Winter is coming..
It's October with waves so cold and harsh
Autumn is gone, winter is here with cries of 'oh gosh'
Blankets are on and heaters making their way.
Jackets, sweaters, gloves are everywhere on display..
Streets carving for people but no one really comes.
With absolute silence mornings just crumbs..
Fog, mist, haze the only scene eyes can see.
'Don't go out' a voice coming as a mother's plea.
Here comes pollution advancing towards its prey..
Hammering our existence like a child's play..