Winter Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

There are only
Four seasons which all
Of us know them very well...
Those seasons are Fall,
Winter, Spring, and Summer...
We love all of them, but
They depend on what we love more...
I love all of them, but
I can admit that
Winter is my favorite
For a million of reasons anytime...
It might rain or
It might snow in Summertime, but
It's not Winter at all...
Winter is greatly in its coming and
Even in its going...
Snows, rains, strong winds, ..., ...etc. are lovely...
We can realize that it is
A cold weather in its time...
It smells differently
While we keep watching it from behind
Our houses' glass panes...
It is cold outside and
The snow-men are anywhere and everywhere...
Umbrellas are seen in
The people's hands...
Wet streets and roads are clearly
Seen from all directions anytime...
Clouds hover our heads bringing rains
To all of us...
Snows sometimes fall heavily
Bringing headaches to all of us, but
We do love them...
Sweaters, woolen jackets, woolen hats,
Leather jackets, and all Winter's clothes
Are clearly seen anywhere...
Running creeks and rivers are filled with
With abundant quantities of water...
Stoves with their fire-wood are greatly
Seen in front of any houses...
It is Winter that prevails in
Our minds for ever and ever
Even if we are in Summertime...
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