It’s winter and cold.
There’s freezing and snow.
The day’s are dark.
Summer’s where I’d go.
Heat and sun,
warmth and glee.
I can’t wait,
for that to be me.
For now the world’s white,
and covered in ice.
I suppose at least,
the view is nice.
When summer comes,
I’ll swim in a pool,
and soon enough,
I’ll wish for more cool.
But until then I’ll dream,
of hot summer days,
under a baking sun,
with a summer haze.
With the passing of time,
the changing of season’s,
I love them all,
for different reasons.
Poetry
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Good work! Quick grammatical change you may want to consider: At the very end it should be “reasons” not “reason’s.” Otherwise, timely poem. I enjoyed it; I especially enjoyed watching you play with punctuation to change the rhythm throughout the poem.
Thanks for the great feedback, and for catching the grammatical error. I’ll get that fixed right up! Thanks again!!! 🙂