A Winter Dawn
Banana-cream and apricot
arose in the eastern sky;
Softly blending with shaded-greys,
it quietly caught the eye.
Dawn is magic along the horizon
before the sun
climbs aloft;
Winter mornings are specially-embellished
with colours more muted and soft.
Snowflakes mirror the pastel tones,
adding their touch
for the day.
Beauty spilled from nature's palette
and meant to come our way.
By: Joan Adams Burchell
What is my city like during the winter? A lot of people do not like the cold snowy winters, but I absolutely adore it. What is a Christmas or a winter without snow? I've had many Christmas's where I would wake up to look outside
my window and see soft and beautiful sheets of snow cover the streets and cars. I miss home. I miss the cold, the snow, the outdoor hockey, and cuddling up under the warm blankets. I've had days where it snow a foot or two over night, to have my mom come in my
room in the morning to say school is canceled. School does not get canceled out for anything less than a foot. I've lived all my
life in Montreal, in a beautiful snowy city and minus 30 degrees Fahrenheit
in January's and February's. I picked this poem because it was such a beautiful poem describing the most perfect winter morning in the world. When a morning like that arises, my day is made, to say the least. Getting to school is a mission because the buses are running late, snowbanks ten feet high are blocking the sides of the roads. Montreal is a beautiful city, especially during the winter. I thought I wouldn't miss the winters when I left my city to come to Pennsylvania, but i truly do. After all, it is my home. I'm very excited to return home for Christmas and to spend time with my family, spending time with each other and catching up on life. I am excited to head back home and inhale that freezing breath of air into my lungs. I am excited to be able to walk down my street to the park with my hockey skates and hockey stick to play outdoor hockey. This is my life during a beautiful Montreal winter.
Banana-cream and apricot
arose in the eastern sky;
Softly blending with shaded-greys,
it quietly caught the eye.
Dawn is magic along the horizon
before the sun
climbs aloft;
Winter mornings are specially-embellished
with colours more muted and soft.
Snowflakes mirror the pastel tones,
adding their touch
for the day.
Beauty spilled from nature's palette
and meant to come our way.
By: Joan Adams Burchell
What is my city like during the winter? A lot of people do not like the cold snowy winters, but I absolutely adore it. What is a Christmas or a winter without snow? I've had many Christmas's where I would wake up to look outside
in January's and February's. I picked this poem because it was such a beautiful poem describing the most perfect winter morning in the world. When a morning like that arises, my day is made, to say the least. Getting to school is a mission because the buses are running late, snowbanks ten feet high are blocking the sides of the roads. Montreal is a beautiful city, especially during the winter. I thought I wouldn't miss the winters when I left my city to come to Pennsylvania, but i truly do. After all, it is my home. I'm very excited to return home for Christmas and to spend time with my family, spending time with each other and catching up on life. I am excited to head back home and inhale that freezing breath of air into my lungs. I am excited to be able to walk down my street to the park with my hockey skates and hockey stick to play outdoor hockey. This is my life during a beautiful Montreal winter.
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