A Genuine Winter Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I can define that Pretty Winter Which I feel it In my mind anytime, anywhere, and Even everywhere... It is usually cold, but It rarely comes as a nominal Winter When we don't feel it well... In my childhood and When I was a little kid, It was completely different from What I am witnessing now... Everything has changed around us Even the usual Winter itself... I keep loving this pretty season With all that it has... It is a great feeling to love Those white snows, Those heavy rains, Those cold winds, Those thick plovers and dark sweaters, Those pretty umbrellas, Those wet streets, Those roaring waves, Those Winter's novels like Jane Eyre, Those roast chestnuts, Those snow-men anywhere and everywhere, Those frozen rivers and creeks, Those lovely nights in-doors or pretty days out-doors, and A lot of things visible or invisible... A genuine season is called Winter and I am in love with it in truth... No one denies or even No one rejects this pretty and sweet Although it is often tough, cold, and Even unbelievable... No need to compare all Winters Simply because we know each one of them Although they are sometimes totally different... Assuredly we love the cold season and We keep loving it For ever and ever... _____________________________________________________________________