Winter short poem

Uploaded by Stanly Samuel

Oh how I love the cold air you breathe
Of which that merges into the summer is what I seek
The only emotion that soaks in the mayhem around
Is the one I have been blamed for having too much in amount
Yet the cold that drives many to sway
Is the same that often sneaks away.

With nights extending their stay,
Well into the early morning frown
It seems daylight gave into a bait once again
Laid by the smokes lit all around
While the sun remained to elude
And prepared to be whisked away by cold blown winds,
It’s dark around the eyes
With ears shielded by hoodies gone on a binge.
Memories too come galloping on the Westerlies riding high
Leaving behind a tear or two on the cheeks fallen dry
And then rain comes, and you know it is the end
To bid goodbye to the snowman
Till we meet again…,

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