My Winter

Come winter foggy n frosty mornings greet you Cold breeze hikes the chill Sun lifts the fog n sucks the dew But some beings the chill does kill Mustard fields greet everywhere Their sight fills you with great joy Gloominess vanishes in the air seeing their crop farmers exclaim 'oh boy' kite fliers appear on roof tops Their hoots abound in the air Sweets n nuts appear in shops You see bright colours people wear People bask in sun during day Around the bonfire they sit at night Chill is better than sweating in May If its extremely cold there are ways to fight.