Rather proud of this poem from my daughter :). She’s been making her own podcasts, too!
I’ve been thinking of doing a poem for a long time and here it is.
Frost curls up on my window,
Like my cat inside.
I run my hands through the condensation.
I Whisper ‘it’s winter
The winter like sun shone through the Grey, Puffed up clouds
The grass is as moist as fruitcake freshly baked.