Nick's Poetry - Autumn

Nick's Poetry Corner

Autumn

Season of mists and S.A.D.
Oh what will become of me
How I hate the Autumn chill
Fear the winter’s cold more still
As with every sneeze and cough
The start of Spring seems farther off

Maybe if it’s not too late
I could simply hibernate
Beneath a duvet snug and warm
I’d be really safe from harm
Sleeping till the buds begin
To break out at the start of Spring

But wait — i’d miss the Christmas cheer
The tree, the presents (and the beer)
Perhaps I shouldn’t be too hasty
Christmas Pud is rather tasty
I’ll just phone and call a cab
I’m off to get this year’s flu jab