It's cold – today I've dressed in layers
The terrace is a sorry sight
Spindly plants that cling on tight
Although their tiny leaves are gone
Depress me – all looks so forlorn.
We reach the «back end» of the year,
Days shorten; winter's nearly here
St. Nicholas is on his way
Chocolate replicas on display
Trading lately has been dull
For ages we've been in a lull.
Now the chilly wind brings shoppers out
In search of woollen clothes no doubt.
We're at a crossroads – what to wear
Now that a “nip” is in the air?
I poke my nose out the front door...
Right! Winter jacket to the fore!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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