Winter Poems

Winter

If winter was a colour
It would be a thick bright blue.
If winter was a feeling
It would be as cold as a freezer.
If winter was a smell
It would be like thick, brown hot chocolate.
If winter was a sound
It would be as loud as a winter wolf, howling in the forest.
Winter is snow frozen on ice.

Gideon


If winter was a colour
It would be a thick white
If winter was a feeling
It would be a cold thick layer of smashing ice towards your face.
If winter was a smell
It would be a very inviting tomato soup
If winter was a sound
It would be like hearing the kettle whistling on the stove.
Winter is chilly.

Ethan


If winter was a colour
It would be a frosty icing with a deep dark blue core.
If winter was a feeling
It would be a cold jet boring into you.
If winter was a smell
It would be a big pork roast that was cooked to perfection.
If winter was a sound
It would be a cracking roar as you walk across thin ice with wild wind racing at you.
Winter is ice.

Shaun


If winter was a colour
It would be a sharp icy blue.
If winter was a feeling
It would be like shaking hands with a snowman.
If winter was a smell
It would be like eating a bowl of boiling rice pudding.
If winter was a wound
It would be like hot wood popping in a toasty fire.
Winter is a blizzard.

Chelsea


If winter was a colour
It would be a soft light white.
If winter was a feeling
It would be frost bitten fingers.
If winter was a smell
It would be my mum's hot and yummy roast.
If winter was a sound
It would be a cracking hot fire.
Winter is freezing.

Matt


If winter was a colour
It would be frosty ice white.
If winter was a feeling
It would feel like your face was on fire.
If winter was a smell
It would be like hot bubbling chicken soup.
If winter was a sound
It would be like milk getting whipped up for a hot chocolate.
Winter is snowflakes.

Ella


If winter was a colour
It would be a dull lifeless grey.
If winter was a feeling
It would be pinched cheeks and runny noses.
If winter was a smell
It would be the hearty aroma of a bowl of veggie soup.
If winter was a sound
It would be whistling, whirling wind and crunching ice.
Winter is hibernating.

Ms. M