Winter Has Just Phoned Poem, by Kevin Hulme, at My poetic side

So apparently Winter has just Phoned ,

To make its usual Reservation once more,

It will have the same room again as last year,

And to decorate the same as before. Now that those ‘Best Friends’ Spring and fond Summer ,

Have packed and taken their leave ,

He’s sent Autumn ahead to get ready ,

For the Chaos they hope to achieve.

To be Rid of the Gaudy new Wallpaper ,

That Spring has plastered around ,

And the terrible ‘Object d’art’,

That blight and litter the ground.

It’ll be goodbye to the Green and the Golden ,

That Summer has worn for a dress,

It will bleach her Colours to nothing,

And that Warm smile she gives to impress.

Autumn has already now started,

Stripping the Hedge and the Trees of their Pride,

How it likes to see them all tremble,

By the Breathe that is unwaveringly supplied.

And those Birds will be cleared from the Attic,

‘Go South, for the Tropics do call’, To those Creatures the ‘Darlings of Summer’,

‘Be gone and to Sleep with you all’.

The Windows and Doors will stay open,

The Rooms will give play to its Will,

The Residents can curse and so shiver,

Who cares, there’s a ‘Contract to fill.

It’ll be here until March if it’s lucky,

Then it will be off once more on the Road,

But in the meantime its’s Room will be Waiting;

Then a Mountain of Ice to unload.

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