When will winter start?
The way winter calls my name,
But greets me instead with an icy blow.
It puts on a great big show
As the snow gently falls below.
It’s an absolute wonder to my eyes,
However my nose turns red in disagreement.
The harsh, blustery wind fights past my warm winter gloves,
And stains my fingers
The same colour as my nose.
Yet on and on, the winter lingers,
Snowing enough to give me a cold,
But not enough to even make a snowball.
This winter is so tall,
And this winter is so colassal,
So all I’m asking now is,
When will this winter end?