Monday 8 June 2020

My Winter Poem

Wet cold days I freeze cold.
Icy snow was sparkling on the grass.
Nippy snow makes my hands cold.
The bears  go into hibernation.
Evening winter  I sit in front of the worm fire .
Reading a nice book and looking out of the window.

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