Tis Almost Here
This weekend
The clocks fall back
Winter is on the horizon
Darker nights ~ no evening strolls
Along a sunny summers prom
Instead it’s dark at four o’clock
With long dark evenings
Summer’s gone…
I find the lack of light disheartening
I’d like to sleep till Spring has sprung
For it’s my favourite time of year
When all the bulbs begin to come
But first the Winter
‘tis almost here…
Written 26th October 2021
Contest A STRAND (1070)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2021
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