Winter walks towards England
Bellowing, he cries,”I’m here, bring Santa,
an old friend of mine. Where is my tinsel and roast
turkey?”
This year is looking a little murky!
So winter walks and talks so much that
his spit becomes the snow.
His walking becomes large gusts
of wind.
Couples huddle together and
Winter is turning into a jigsaw!
Some pieces do, some don’t
but that is the very heart of Winter.