A book of poems.

Winter away summer shall stay.

Its cold outside.

It's not summer, theirs no birds.

No sunshine.

No kids running and laughing, just....coldness...

      The birds have flown away as the snowflakes fall down and as it gets to cold to go out,

I sit in front of my fireplace with hot coco in my hands as i drink from the cup gracefully while the fire sparks dance.

The heat burns through my body taking away the coldness, a light shines through my windows "could it be sun? or could it just be a car light" I wondered...

As the long days and nights went by and the cold faded away, summer came and every was it always is.

And it shall stay like that forever.