Chloe is mulling over the idea of providing a monthly poetry column. The following poem counts as her second contribution; the first one is here.
Winter only comes once a year.
Your mother cuddles you and calls you “dear.”
You can sled, you can ski and you can ice skate, too.
That’s why winter comes – just for you.
I like it when Chloe gives me content for this blog – because it means a night off for me!