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 September but ..... on goes the heating,
I cant take the cold.
Copyright © Tracy Mcfayden | Year Posted 2020
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