In Winter. II

Written By Brett Naseby

I wish it were the first of spring

With all the joy the suns warmth brings

Morning walks, are now, at best

A gruelling chore, at worst, a test

For winter bangs an ice door closed

On sweetest breeze, for it’s opposed

But spring time is the time for me

So goodbye winter, leave me be

Brett Naseby https://www.brettnaseby.com.au
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