The Forest
My foot jammed into the scintillating snow; my whole leg
vanishing like it was never even there. A gentle breeze
solidified my face making my cheeks strawberry red.
Frozen, leafless branches tugged and snagged at my cosy
winter clothes.
Silence swamped the forest but was soon broken by the
call of a stunning dove, as white as sugar, perched on a
frosty twig.
A small ice cold stream trickled through the snowblanketed
forest giving me daja vous as I ran my hand
through the rapid, vivid blue coloured water.
I sat down on a frosted bench; trees surrounding me like a cliched fairy tale scene.
This is a super description of your snowy scene Tilly. I particularly liked your alliterative opening sentence and use of semi colons to punctuate your work. Well done. Mrs Casey :)
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