Let's Pretend
Let’s pretend its November, a sky full of rain.
Let’s pretend its December, frost on the pane.
Let’s pretend it’s my birthday, when I’m 61.
Let’s pretend its winter, with all our woollies on!
Let’s pretend its January, a blizzard on the way.
Let’s pretend today is the years shortest day.
Let’s pretend the shivering trees are still bare.
Let’s pretend its New Year, celebrations in the air.
Let’s pretend we see lovers shelter from a storm.
Let’s pretend its Winter, cuddles to keep us warm!
M.C. Newberry
Fri 19th Jul 2019 01:58
A poem for when you're indoors in a comfy armchair, perhaps by a
log fire sparking and flaming in its comforting glow. Nice one.