MY FAVORITE SEASON - An Original Poem By Eryn Dunbar

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MY FAVORITE SEASON 


The spring is not yet in the air.

But honestly, I do not care.

I will happily enjoy the snow.

Shut inside, no place to go.

Give me a blanket and a book.

I’ll sit in my chair. In my little nook.

There’s nothing more I would desire.

Than to read next to a roaring fire.

No matter what, seasons change.

So my life, I’ll rearrange.

Each and every single time.

But to me, it’s winter that’s sublime.

Original Poetry Written By:
Eryn Dunbar 
Copyright (c) 1/18/2025

Comments

Brian Williams said…
I like this. It’s 9° here this morning. This is what I’m doing today. Staying inside and reading a book…. Well, maybe go to the shop too.
January 19, 2025 at 7:10 AM
Eryona Writes! said…
That sounds like the perfect day to me! ❤️🤗
January 19, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Melvin said…
I actually enjoy when Mother Nature disrupts the daily grind and routine. Allows me to freely switch gears. Would prefer a long hike or walking through the sand along the beach any day. But being stuck inside, staying warm has both mental and emotional unexpected benefits.
January 19, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
I seriously miss being snowed in from when I lived in Illinois. Nothing better than being cozy in a chair by the fire, reading and sipping on hot cocoa or tea. Sigh....
January 19, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Justice13james said…
It's a Norman Rockwell scene painted by your pen, being comfortable within my thoughts allowing Cocoa and fluff to warm me watching a movie or deep in thought. Reading or writing sounds nice like Chuck roast dinner with gravy and warm rolls . The picture you painted is priceless though
January 29, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
Ha! I love this comparison JJ! Thank you!
January 29, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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