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.
Winter
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.
It’s winter.
It’s winter.
Fay Keenan 
Thanks mum 😙
She is your daughter? Oh wow, you are so cute. I also read that poem and I found it super nice. I wish I could illustrate it.