Relenting

The snow is diminishing,

The sun is brightly shining,

There is ice everywhere

So I have to walk with care.

It is bitterly-cold, freezing –

Mr Frost will have you sneezing:

Regardless, children still play

Throughout the chilly day. 

Snowmen can still be seen –

Soon to be a ‘has-been’,

It feels Christmassy though

With the glimpses of snow.

My grandchildren had fun

Snowball fighting with mum.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

I wrote this a few days ago.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.