The cold is a common thing here in Norway. We´r happy to get just some of the sun showing. This poem is about the cold. Hope you enjoy!
picture on my instagram; https://www.instagram.com/p/BPSpX6bjegq/
Out the door
Tho not winter
My fingers poor
Not yet splinter
Freezing delight
Frost everywere
It lasts throu the night
And goes anywhere
Thick clothes
Yet to be
Thick it snown
Yet to see
The white
The sloppy
Frost
And misty
To see
Or not
Its there still
Even bright
