Winter — You’re Too Early
Just a little longer summer please
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Winter — you’re coming too soon. Just a little longer, summer, please. The leaves are falling, and the days are getting shorter. The evenings are chilly, and the mornings are frosty. The skies are gray, and the sun is setting earlier everyday.
Winter is coming, and I’m not ready. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the long hours of Alaskan summers. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the warm, sunny days. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the flowers and the butterflies, the kites and those rugby players who are so fun to watch after I’ve worn myself out having fun — but they still have plenty of fight left in them.
Winter, you’re coming too soon. Just a little longer, summer, please.
The days are getting shorter, and the nights are getting longer. The days are getting colder, and the nights are getting colder. The trees are on their way to becoming bare, and the ground will soon be hard.
Winter is coming, and I’m not ready. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the long days of summer. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the warm, sunny days. I’m just not ready to say goodbye.
Winter, you’re coming too soon. Just a little longer, summer, please.
Thanks for reading,
Barb Ann
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