It can get a bit nippy.
And a little cool as expected.
But there is nothing pretentious,
About the signs of Winter.
Or the people,
Being within its midst.
Unlike when in warmer weather,
When people walk around...
With ice and snow on the ground,
And give others a cold shoulder...
Very few people take it personal.
There seems to be a reason,
To snap back and be snooty.
And some are quick to snip,
And be 'clippish'.
'Get out of my way! '
~Sure.
No problem.
Happy holidays.~
'Whatever.'
And every year,
Winter seems to arrive...
Way ahead of schedule.
As if not to disappoint those who love it.
Especially in New England.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem