Soon it will be Winter. There is one more month and it is Winter. The final count down to Winter has started today.

All too soon, Dear September is here after eight long months of wait. Letter to my September, You are most welcome, leading the ‘ber’ delegation of months.

Slush on the streets and numerous beer bottle by the bed; you’ll do anything to chase away the frost.

A poem about learning to move on in life and love.

I sit, rejected by the words of your now bittersweet voice. The cascading lyrics of your song, now leave me bare, saying I wasn’t the one.

Why do we even make resolutions anyways? It’s stupid right?

I found the treasures to be much more, than
Peculiar snowflakes falling in winter.

Forget about the past as you forget about December…

Yea,I am picking on Christmas again since my days to do so are very numbered.I know that Santa doesn’t have time to fill my Christmas request but I am going to ask him anyway.But if he doesn’t have the chance to deliver it on Christmas day, I will still gladly accept my gift request on the days after Christmas.

Christmas poem.