Winter poem by Fiona

As cold as ice,

white like a thick blanket of baby snowflakes.

Cold, frosted as it touches your tongue.

I hear the silent sound of nothingness,

slowly freezing my petrified hand.

It is cold like a broken heart.

I’m dying slowly, freezing to death.

The outside shut away into the darkness of the day

Sinking slowly into the snow.

Fiona  Year 6