The wind blows a cold, frosty breath that tells you that winter is coming.
There are piles of brown crunchy leaves everywhere.
The squirrels are searching for food.
The birds are puffed up in the brisk morning and are preparing to fly south.
Geese rest in the empty fields.
Every morning, I hear them honking in the distance as they migrate south to a warmer place, flying in v-formation.
Sometimes I eat pumpkin pie for breakfast and it tastes amazing.
The Frost Moon
The trees are white with frost.
I have to trudge through a heavy blanket of snow
covering the ground in the park.
The river is frozen very thick.
The cold air is piercing. I can see my breath, it is steam.
It is the season of SNOWBALL FIGHTS!
My snowsuit
is like armour, my hat is fluffy and warm.
This is my favorite time of year, for I love
the smell of the Christmas tree, the turkey and stuffing.
The Moon Of The Great Flood
It is finally time for the snow to melt.
The sun is so warm.
The ice breaks and shoots
down the river.
Sometimes the river rises and overflows onto the banks, into yards and
over bridges.
This is the time to fly back into Canada with pride, happy to
know that the winter is over.
This is a time of new life.
The time for new animals to be
born.
The leaves sprout back on the trees and new saplings are planted.
The air smells
fresh, birds chirping happily.
By: William
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Moon of the Crunchy Golden Leaves
I hear the leaves crunch as I walk.
I feel the fresh brisk air touch my face as I shiver.
Fall has just begun.
The yellow, red and golden leaves are falling every second.
It is like a dream.
I smell the fresh smell of pumpkin pie.
The taste of pumpkin spice touches my mouth as I take small sips.
I run outside and jump into many big piles of colorful leaves.
All the pumpkins are ripe and ready to eat.
The colors are so vibrant and beautiful.
Fall is finally here. Fall is finally here.
Moon of the Hot Sunny Air
As I look up I see the clear blue sky with the whitest fluffiest clouds.
The grass is greener than ever before.
I sweat as the hot sunny air touches my face.
I jump into the fresh cold beach water.
The flowers bloom so bright and the birds soar through the air.
I taste the sunkist oranges and the sweet ripe watermelon.
Summer has come Summer has come.
Moon of the Cold Sparkling Snowflakes
The cold snow sparkles as it falls from the sky.
The gleaming snow falls into fluffy piles.
The brisk North wind howls at my window.
The sparkling icicles so pretty hanging from tips of house roofs.
With the falling snowflakes like feathers staked like a pillow.
I see families decorating their trees getting ready for Christmas.
The warm taste of hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Winter Winter Everywhere.
By: Emily
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Moonsticks on display in the classroom.