Two of my daughters' poems they wanted to post... Blizzard Silently, softly, falling, White and wet, Clinging to stems and branches, Landing on leaves of withered plants, Great clouds of white, Flying in the wind, Whirling like dust, Sticking to the rooftops, A white blanket many m iles long. By Autumn A clock Is like a ball on the wall or a glob of glue. Maybe it's a sun or a rabbit's tail! Sounds like when you drop a pebble or snap your fingers. Smells like wood or glass. Feels like ice or plastic. by Samantha