Fresh frost coats the ground,
people dressed in coats and scarves
shiver and speed-walk to their cars.
Take one step outside,
any grogginess felt before disappears
behind the crisp December air.
Some heat up their car and go back inside,
some didn’t plan that far ahead
and instead shiver on their way to work,
and by the time they get to work
they refuse to leave the furnace they’ve created.
Two workers greet each other with a friendly,
“It’s too cold,”
while the other retorts,
“It’s too early!”
They both take sips of their hot drink,
sigh, and walk into their workplace.
The retail ship is decorated for Christmas,
but no workers have any Christmas cheer left.
Beautiful poem. It is too cold!
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Thank you! You’re right, it’s much too cold.
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Poetry speaks to common experiences, and this one is no exception. I must admit I despise winter. I lived in southeast Georgia for 15 years (now in the Midwest), and I can’t adjust to the cold weather. I also worked retail in high school and college, and I must admit it ruined my Christmas spirit for a while. A good write most readers will relate to.
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Adjusting to the cold is tough. I’ve lived in the northeast my whole life, and I still have trouble adjusting in the winter. Working in retail around Christmas time definitely has ruined my Christmas spirit in the past, too. Thank you for reading, I’m glad you liked it!
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You’re welcome. I love visiting the northeast, especially Boston. But, I avoid it in winter months. It’s a good time of the year to write.
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this is literally my morning lol. Great poem abd great descriptions
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Thank you!
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Welcome 🙂
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so true! Retailers are so busy with christmas that they forget to smile and be kind!
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