WINTER EVEING BY ANN WOOD
It's a winter evening, it's cold outside, and there's a strong wind.The branches of a nearby tree are hitting the window of my room.
It's winter and it's dark outside and there are strange sounds from the strong wind.
I'm curled up in bed watching TV, and the heating is on.
I'm drinking a cup of hot milk with honey and cinnamon, my favourite hot winter drink.
It's a beautiful winter night outside and the wind is dancing with the tree branches.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2026-01-09 at 19:09
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