Winds begin to blow
Breezes evolve
Leaves falling yellow
As the heat dissolves
Radiators creaking
Cracking to life
Snow starts creeping
Cold cuts like a knife
The low hanging sun,
Lazy in the sky.
Winter has begun,
Summer waving goodbye.
Steaming hot drinks,
Log fires alight.
Daylight shrinks,
Introducing long nights.
This season is mine,
My favourite of four.
One quarter of time,
Winters here once more.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another pre written poem of mine, about my love of the colder months, enjoy!
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Comments5
Winter is my time too, but here in UK it would have been nice to have had more than two weeks of sunshine this year.
Bring on the gloves, scarfs and heating bills.
Nice writing.
Yup summer still has its place although seldom seen
Thanks for the comment
Yup summer still has its place although seldom seen
Thanks for the comment
Really good work! I love it, keep up the work mate! You're amazing!
CR x
Cheers Chloe 🙂
I am afraid of cold, but I do love the winter in your poem.
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