Come out to play, ‘you may not stay’ Winter may say.
Some days even the Sun
remains covered in a pillowy lay.
Amidst the fun and warm hugs from mum,
it isn’t enough to persuade
the Sun to come out to play and go for a run.
Frigid locks from heads wet like a mop,
warmth is shelved and on the very top.
Drips stop when cold does its part,
other drips start and cause
a run to the soup mart.