Global Warming

The Winter
It grows ever colder
At this time of year.
The frost starts to bite
The air loses its cheer.
The rain starts to pour
The wind whistles harder.
Like some sense of dread,
The days, they get darker.
Yes, there is Christmas
Maybe even some snow
But it’s cold out in winter
The rain begins to flow.
And, cold as ice,
The new year comes,
But winter will soon be over
Then ther’ll be sun.
Tom Clough year 9