A dull damp winter day begets a challenge in rhymes and a change in mood


It's cold today 

damp whimpering cold

tendrils of misty grey

soullessly enfold


banked fire wet wood

provides no warmth 

dull red incipient mood

fit for naught but anguish


winter has arrived

bags tossed carelessly about

their contents strewn awry

dirty clothes the scent of stout


fan the flames begin the wash

nothing for it but get it done

this season will not win by gosh

ill beat it with my smile by gun

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-12 at 21:35

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
The “scent of stout” gives this just the right interior atmosphere.
I enjoy the rhymes.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I celebrate this poem's jauntiness!