Winter People

Reading “Into Death Bravely” by Jimmy Santiago Baca, we made our own descriptions of winter that explore personfication, using human qualities to describe a force of nature.

Room 320

Ashley C.

She’s like a wind-
As she runs, whispers and moans drain
down from her hair-
It’s like art the way her white
skin paints the city-
She has shaded the sky once and twice-
And fades away-

Mariano D.

She is cold and white
She also gives frostbite
She is beautiful
and doubtful
but remember the white snow
never stops to blow
She makes houses blow and
closes down schools
but remember she is very cool
She is the Christmas cheer
but remember she will fall
and rise another day
but beware because
it will come another day!

Victory and Defeat
Mi T.

As fall is vanquished
Winter sets up his kingdom.
He blows down winds
that are chilly to the bone.
He throws down his blanket,
down onto Earth
to cover the land
with mystical white snow.
But as the Sun gets closer
and the air gets warmer,
he has to give in
to the new ruler,

Room 322

Welcome Winter
Ana O.

Winter is very happy to come.
She gives you frost bites,
covers you with a white blanket,
and scares you with howling sounds.
Winter likes to be welcomed,
she just wants to see people happy,
playing with her white blanket,
and having a good time with family.
Winter is the season that lasts longer
She likes to be with us,
not like other seasons
that don’t care about you.
Winter is the time of year that you can
skate on ice like a ballerina,
snowboard like a professional,
and eat tamales for Christmas.
Even though winter is disliked sometimes,
winter will always make that smile on your face
even once in the winter,
and make you HAPPY!

The Boy Who Makes It Snow!
Stuart PVB

When winter comes snow follows him as he ice skates past your home and all over the
world leaving snow everywhere and nice cool winds follow him everywhere he goes and
wherever he is as well as snow. That’s what winter does.

Winter’s Beauty
Oscar G.

Winter, a cold, calm, and
beautiful woman, she
wants to only bring
joy, a fanatic of
white, with a basket

full of ice, snow, and
sleet. She throws it
around, fast or slowly
but Winter also has
a cross-personality
sometimes angry
sometimes calm only
coming every once a
year to visit, bringing
her basket full of ice,
snow, and sleet.

Room 314

Yahaira E.

I can hear whistles and howls.
I know that it is him.
When he walks he freezes
the things around him,
his cape is flowing in the wind
his boots shining in the snow.
He rides away on his white dove.

Cassandra B.

Winter is so cold-hearted
She scolds and howls in the dark
rough night

She seems so mean
and she stays for quite some time
She is as pale as a sheep

But in the end she dies out
She’ll return but for now
She’s gone


Winter is a boy howling in the
I can hear the wind.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.