Winter.

The BlackShakespeare

Winter is here and the air is clear..

 

The weather is chill and I'm filled with cheer.

 

Christmas is not far and the stores are packed..

 

People are looking through every rack.

 

They are shopping for treasures to make someone smile.

 

Their mom, or dad. Or a little child.

 

Their are four seasons. Winter, summer, spring and fall.

 

With each personality. I love them all.

 

I love them all, but Winter is best...

 

Nothing more, nothing less.

  • Author: The BlackShakespeare (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2021 07:23
  • Category: Short story
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