The
wind is blowing,
But
it is not raining,
It
is freezing outside,
I’ve
got my heating on,
I’m
waiting for the sun
To
reside and not hide.
The
stars are in sight,
A
wonderful delight.
I
went for a walk at six,
Sadie
was picking up sticks
And
chasing the leaves
That
gush in the breeze.
I
had on my personal CD
Listening
to Andrea Bocelli.
©
Andrew Stevenson 09/01/2018
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
The weather here is extremely cold so I can relate to how you feel. Good poem Andrew.
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Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. Sorry it's cold where you are too! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteBurrrr! It sounds like Sadie had fun regardless of the weather! Stay warm!
ReplyDeleteThank you Louise, for your kind concern. I have to keep the heating on at all times, except during sleeping hours, for Sadie, as she shivers if it isn't on! It is cold! Hope you keep warm too. She did have fun. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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