Winters-Poets

In sun-kissed hues, a radiant sight, Tan skin gleams with golden light. Warmth infused in every cell, A symphony of shades that compel. While pale is praised for its ethereal gleam, Tan skin, too, holds a radiant esteem. Its golden hues, a testament to light, A tapestry that dances in daylight. Bronzed canvas, a masterpiece rare, A testament to sun's affair. Like amber kissed by nature's fire, A palette of warmth, a sunlit desire. Where moonlight bathes in silver's pure embrace, The sun's warm touch adorns tan skin's embrace. No less enchanting, with a golden sheen, It paints a portrait, vibrant and serene. In the morning's first light, as dawn's fingers gently trace, Across the horizon, the sun reveals its grace. And so, too, does tan skin, bathed in golden hue, A masterpiece painted in shades of amber and true. Like honeyed caramel, smooth and sweet to taste, Tan skin exudes a richness, a flavor interlaced. A blend of earth and sunshine, a fusion of delight, A testament to the

Springtime. The most beautiful time of year, Especially in the country of Japan. The season is marked By the mass blooming of cherry blossoms, Also known as sakura. They bloom in the first promise of spring And shoot from the trees In a froth of sugar-pink petals. The cherry blossom trees Glow in the morning sun Like the divine Japanese spirits. The spring breeze brings forth These beautiful blossoms, For they cannot be seen on cherry trees Any other time of the year. Even the old, mature trees Put on such a wonderful show When the blossoms carry off in the breeze From their gnarled branches. The world should focus less on finding new wars to fight And focus more on looking for cherry blossoms to watch For elegance conquers violence More than anything else. The sakura blossoms remain beautiful And will stay beautiful for a while Until they fade and die.

Out of all the different Holiday desserts Nothing lifts the spirit More than gingerbread houses They are beautiful And look good enough to eat But making them Is no easy task Taking a trip To the local Candy section Of the grocery store Red hots, Small gumdrops, Candy canes All practical for decorating Chocolate truffles For a stone wall Royal icing Used as the glue To hold all the candy together Assembling the pieces, With careful hands, Creating a sugary masterpiece A symbol of festive flair The aroma of spices Fills the air A symphony of flavors Awakening our appetite Frosting dripping like fresh snow Down the rooftops edge While the sugar glass windows Reveals a miniature world of dreams Upon this finished creation, Children gather 'round Gazing in amazement At this sugary marvel And we all admire The beauty we built A delectable treat Beyond compare And a shared moment of joy In gingerbread houses, We find a sweet taste Of holiday magic A tasty, delightful creation And

It was a typical summer Sunday at Fish Haven Aquarium. Families, couples, and children crowded the halls marveling at the aquatic creatures of all shapes and sizes on display. Everyone was enjoying their time admiring all the beautiful sea life…That is, except for Big Bertha, the giant Pacific octopus, who resided in one of the bigger tanks sitting several feet above the aquarium floor. She preferred to spend most of her time asleep in her tank, keeping to herself and never bothering anyone. The only time she was ever active was lunchtime, when the workers came and fed her a bucket full of shrimp, crabs, scallops, clams, and lobsters. The patrons always enjoyed watching Bertha greedily gobble her meal up before going back to sleep. To them, it was a moment of entertainment. Bertha knew she could keep the humans happy if they made her stomach happy. However, on this particular day, Bertha was not very happy at all. Every time patrons passed by her tank, some annoying kids would show up

There once was a well-known street artist Who was as clever as could be. He could make his art very lifelike Which was quite a sight to see. He liked tricking people with his art For it was all too easy. One day, while walking down the street With his art supplies in hand, He couldn't help but notice that The roads just looked too bland. If only it had a bit more pizzazz Wouldn’t that be grand? After staring at the street for a while, An idea came to his head. If there wasn’t anyone who could brighten the road, He would do it himself instead. Looking at his chalks, he thought "Why not?" He might as well go ahead. He stepped right onto the empty road Making sure no cars were coming by, It was time to set his plan into action, He might as well give it a try. He knew this project would be the best, Though he wouldn’t tell others why. With his chalk, he began to draw For an hour, or maybe two He added some black, a bit of white, And just a few touches of blue. How clever he was, for