Searching through my website, I discovered I’ve never had a prompts for a winter acrostic poem. So here’s your chance to flex your poetic muscles. I like acrostics because if it doesn’t rhyme, no one can say I did a bad job. Here’s mine:
S pell is cast.
N ow I’m five.
O nly snow
W orks this magic.
I love the playful mood that your poem sets! Here’s what I came up with:
S queals of joy on the ride down
L egs burn trudging back up
E veryone craves the thrilling
Thank you! And yours captures the moods of sledding perfectly.