The Winter Is Coming

A poem

Image by Lorri Lang from Pixabay

I heard
The winter is coming
Chilly winds from the corner of windows
finding its way in

The jackets, the quilts
the mufflers, the coat
O that hidden scarf
Are you still breathing beneath the summer clothes?

A huge relief from the sweaty summers
But this bone-chilling
Tits raising winter
Can I skip bath time for like a year?

The convergence of the sunny rays
tilting its gaze
Leaving more room to shiver
Now, can I have that old rum?

The cold clammy feet and hands
the rusted knees squeaking
every time I stand
Can I take this winter as an excuse,
to snuggle within your hug and never to come out!

Thank you, Susannah MacKinnie for the prompt. Hope you like it. :)

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