John Graham Jones - Writer -

Poetry

Winter

WINTER

Close the shutters,
Close the doors,
Winter's creeping
Across the moors,
Painting the windows
With icy streaks,
Causing floods,
Causing leaks,
Making us cold
With its mist and dew,
Giving us shivers,
Giving us 'flu.
When will it finish?
When will it go?
Not for a long time
For here comes the snow.