Window Sill

I look outside and what do I see?
The outside world waiting for me

The snow is falling
Into soft flakes
Should I go out?
Or is it a mistake?

I put on my wellies, scarf, gloves and hat
I open the door
And step on the mat

I breathe in the air
As quite as a mouse
I looked back
And stared at the house

It's cold but I'm fine!
With my foot I make a line

I start making angels in the snow
Hearing bells ringing low

I soon have enough as u always do
I go inside and take off my boots

I sat near the radiator feeling warm
As I then hear a storm

Once again I look at the mill
Whilst sitting on the window sill