It’s getting dark now Mummy
The sun has gone to bed early
The birds aren’t singing anymore
And the clouds are grim and scary
It’s getting cold now Mummy
I don’t want to wear shorts anymore
I need a new rain jacket and wellies
Else there will be puddles on the floor
It’s very windy out there Mummy
It’s whipping all the leaves and trees
It doesn’t seem to have a problem
Blowing through me with ease
It’s so very rainy now Mummy
Drizzly and damp all day long
The comes the regular deluge
Like it was summoned by a song
The trees look so very bare now Mummy
They lost all their leaves
Do you think they need a hat or scarf
I don’t want them to freeze
It’s getting dark now Mummy
In the morning and before the night
I want an extra cuddle please
I want to hug you extra tight
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
Great poem.
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