Grace's Lady winter poem

Leather jacket and fluffy socks keep me warm as we play.
The air freezes as the sun gets blanketed by rock coloured clouds.

Standing here,in the Gardens warm and bubbly as the suns final rays beam onto my back.
Frozen toes and chattering teeth,rubbing my hands to keep warm.

Lights reflecting onto the shimmering water,making everything seem so serene.
The sun is getting lower,casting long shadows on the lime grass.

I can smell her misty scent.

The roses curl up ready for Lady winter to make the magic start.

Lady winter makes her entrance blowing her chilly breathe onto the damp delicate grass.

This view,so magical like in a freezing wonderland,just me and my friends insight.

Lady winter is in the air.