Winter Gloom

The winter is here again; it seems a little too soon don’t you think The autumn leaves still carpet the landscape of the busy metropolis They form a vast golden red rug spread across the plains and the streets But the feeling of winter dominates the helpless atmosphere The birds are chirping but no longer sing a joyful melodious song It’s the winter that’s taken their zest away They roost for a time like this or migrate to some other sunny land Is that too difficult for one to understand, No not in the least for the gloom of winter is at hand The biting cold, the frosty air, the chilly breeze rudely greet the face Heralding the gloom of winter and its cruel embrace