Winter Solace

The sun resigns its persistent resistance to the rain
As the clocks and the weather beckon wetter days
The coats are donned, scarves are put on
The humidity and the damp of Autumn
Grasps to the leaves of oak trees
Before being blast to the past

I never liked the summer anyway

I stroll down through the woods out from the town
Watching the dead autumn leaves slowly decay on the ground
Icy droplets pooling on my head
And as the sun sets the sky turns a deathly red
If they could everyone would beg the warmth to stay
But not me, I never liked the summer anyway

I much prefer my own winter solace

Like poetry, icy clouds are cast in swirling ink across the sky
Playing with their material epistolary lipograms that fly
Through the air generating the frost of a new dawn
With hopes of unanimous white paint on the lawn
The trees shiver, children wrapped in puffer jackets
Meanwhile at night, beds are gifted extra blankets

I never liked the summer anyway
I never liked the summer anyway
I'll take the cold over the hot anyday
I much prefer my own winter solace
I never liked the summer anyway

I never liked the summer anyway
I much prefer my own winter solace
I never liked the summer anyway