Sub-Zero Climes Poem by Ernestine Northover
Sub-Zero Climes
Temperatures are dropping,
This cold it isn't stopping.
Chilly winds won't ease,
It now begins to freeze.
And winter's settling in,
Goose pimples on the skin.
With some unwanted sneezes,
Followed by chesty wheezes.
Rain that turns to ice,
You can slip up in a trice,
Of this danger, do be aware,
Or it's down on your derriere.
Snowflakes upon the ground,
So feet don't make a sound.
Sledge comes from the shed,
Then it's full speed ahead.
Frozen nose and toes,
Feeling like Eskimos.
Raw, the outside air,
Frosty, everywhere.
Shivering in sub-zero climes,
And hoping for warmer times.
Thick treaded shoes, salt for the path and a nice warming poem from our Ernestine Ahh! that's better! Great job Ernestine Take care! Love duncan X
And th' Myacins are a cryin' sin...But we'll be Needin' em after all! Fun piece, Ernestine...unless its an auto-bio, that is...Solid work, young lady....true to your talented form... F. j. R.
Winter is the word in this charming poem. Lovely work as always, Ernestine. Warmest regards, Sandra
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4/26/2024 4:21:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Unfortunately, it's global warming here for me. Normally 15 inches of snow by now and we haven't even had a full inch. My poor husky-mix pup! Oh well, at least I could see winter when I read your poem. Nice one! -chuck