The intimated word is - snow
The sign that
temperatures sink low
As we welcome cold
December:
Short days and
long nights, remember!
Traffic chaos,
taxi strikes
Hassles with those
“Uber” bikes
Rebelling
prison staff again
Overcrowding
their refrain.
I marvel that
we keep our cool
Are our
children safe in school?
Office
Christmas parties stall
Some kissing won’t
take place – at all!
Black Friday
limps on, unappeased
France and UK: fish
row freeze!
Gas and heating
bills to rise
Why do I find
this no surprise?
For you “out
there” who read my rhymes
How do you cope
these trying times?
This tunnel
still seems long and dark
2021 has lost
its spark!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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