Winter is coming!




Morning fog and frost on the lawn
Our Indian summer is almost gone,
Days grow shorter every day
Soon it will all be dark and grey,

Winter swoops down like an unwanted guest
And puts Canadians to the test,
Stay away winter, I’m not ready for you
I’m in denial, yes, it’s true!

Come on sunshine, shine a wee bit stronger
Can’t we keep this warmth just a little bit longer?

I am writing something every day for the Yeah Write NoMo Challenge for November. http://yeahwrite.me/november-2015/

Comments

  1. ParulNovember 10, 2015 at 10:58 PM

    Aww! This poems shows exactly how you feel. Sending a warm hug all the way from India :)

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  2. UnknownNovember 11, 2015 at 9:42 AM

    Hahahah - You are not ready my friend? Your skies are not lined up waiting?? Hehehe--- Im a summer person... so can totally relate:-) Big hugs

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