Winters stare.
Winter
comes, the cold winds blow.
Days
are in darkness early, streetlights shine
The
bird song has now all but gone.
Jack
Frosts lying on the ground.
Blanketing
all in his icy glow.
Snow is
coming I can see from the sky.
Sparkling
snow falling to the ground.
The
earth turns white, sparkling against the grey dull sky.
The
ground is thick with sleet and slush.
I find
it hard to keep my feet.
Catching
cold crystals on my tongue.
Making
snowmen in the yard.
Warmth
from coats, mittens and hats.
Icy
roads, salt trucks are running.
Shops
full of Christmas fare.
People
rushing here and there.
Houses
decked out in Christmas lights
Log
fires burning, snuggle up so tight.
Sipping
Hot chocolate into the night.
Colds
and Flu forever in the air.
Coughs
and sneezes hankies at hand
As we
all come to grips with winters stare.
Written by Jo Lodge.
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