Seldom sun

by Jem Croucher

 

What is it with the winter?
Every day more of the same
Either freezing cold and icy
Or tipping down with rain

The days when it is sunny
Are seldom few it seems to me
Roll on springtime into summer
When again in shorts I’ll be

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