Changing Seasons Poem by Bev Haigh

looking out my window
I see a dismal day
I ask myself 'where's summer gone? '
I guess its gone on its way

Fire's on, turned up high
Bills will go through the ceiling
I really hate these kind of days
They cause a miserable feeling

I'll stay indoors, not venture out
In the depressing, awful storm
I'm happier here inside my house
Where its nice and warm!

The Wintry season has appeared
and Summer is no more
We'll all be wet and shivering
Frozen to the core!

So now I'll take my memories
Of Mr Sunshines rays
I'll tuck them away inside my mind
And wait for nicer days