Poem -
Its cold
Waking up shivering under my duvet,
The north wind is blowing,
Blowing through the trees,
Blowing of their leaves,
It's so cold but the heatings not going on yet,
Shivering while I dress,
A hot cup of tea is what i need,
That will warm me up.
Sitting on the sofa blanket around my knees,
Sipping my hot tea I'm warming up,
Its blowing a gale outside,
I'm glad I'm staying in,
As the day goes on the wind blows the rain pours,
I start shivering again,
It's only SeptemberĀ but ..... on goes the heating,
I cant take the cold.
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Comments
i agree it's cold that's for sure Linda well written keep writing
Thank you I will iv loads to publish yet but I dont want to do all in one week so will do some then hold off. In the mean time I'm writing more lol. Poetry when I was growing up had to rhyme or where pretentious and I couldnt understand them. So i write like a short story sort of x
Hey Tracy, great minds and all that ?I just wrote one about the wind too ..lol
nice write ?