Winter in Houston isn’t usually snowy. Or cold. But Gia used her chilliest imagination to bring her readers into an icy winter wonderland.
Snow Soft Winter Owl
It’s like a soft winter owl
whispering through the sound
of the wintery soft sky.
The snow is like a soft, fluffy blanket
floating through the frosty cold air.
It’s like whip cream
piled high on a snowflake cake.
It snuck into my city
from the snowy city.
It was special.
The special snowy air
the soft-whispering talking air,
like a crystal mixed with ice cream,
like white milk floating in the cold, icy sky.
On the windy ice cloud,
a dancer is dancing
through the icy sky.
by Gia, 3rd grade