Cold Season

The days are getting shorter just like my anticipation for the colder season. Cold season brings cold thoughts to my mind. I tend to spend more time thinking about the circumstances of my life that I don’t enjoy. I’ve already felt isolated due to this coronavirus, now I can add cold weather to the reasons for not seeing the people I yearn to see. I need to be around others in order to feel happy. I’m hopeful I’ll be able to see my friends in the flesh soon. Fingers crossed that this isn’t a long season.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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