Its Winter

When I walk around,
On this grassy ground.
The Sun in the Sky,
Shines silently, though being shy.
With the essence of cold
Running heat, we try to hold.
With drops of dew, on my foot.
I, Sing a song of welcome note.

This holy month of November
Joy, smile or sorrow, me no bother
With Just a bit of thy essence
I kick the summer from my sense
Sweater, Coat, and the hot Jacket
I cherish being within the blanket.
With excitement filled each of my nerve
I sing the winter song, with all my verve.

Slowly-slowly we enter December
Quivering most, of all years I remember.
With Shaking shoulders, I took an oath
Water bath, hot or cold, I will not take both.
Early to bed and late to rise
Songs changed and so are the rhymes.
Vitamin D, Soon becomes Important
For sun bath, there is no complement.

December, January I enjoy the most
But soon this summer will make us roast.
No snow and no-no to bath
Will not sit anymore in Sun's wrath
Following spring may try to console
They will never fulfill the winter's role
Winter's pleasure is never a vain
I will miss you most, for next nine months again.