Must be winter—a poem
Naked trees, cosy coats, fog on Mt Victoria. Must be winter.
Naked trees. Cosy coats.
Fog on Mt Victoria.
Must be winter.
That’s all I want to say.
Glad to see.
Have to say.
Naked trees, cosy coats, fog on Mt Victoria. Must be winter.
Naked trees. Cosy coats.
Fog on Mt Victoria.
Must be winter.
That’s all I want to say.
Glad to see.
Have to say.
Whereas in the Northern Climes:
Here comes the rain
Summer again!
It is humid and 85 degrees right now. I can’t ever remember that you are all in winter walking around upside down!
We have special gloves for walking upside down in frost.
Thank heavens. I was wondering.