This Time of Year

I love doing this, at this time of year,

the sun beating down, the sky blue & clear.

Warmth on my back, bird song in my ear.

I love doing this, at this time of year.

I hate doing this, at this time of year,

the snow on the ground the freeze in the air.

The chill in my back, no bird song to cheer.

I hate doing this, at this time of year.

I love doing this, at this time of year,

the colours so bright, sunglasses are here,

A song in my heart, when roses appear.

I love doing this, at this time of year.

I hate doing this at this time of year,

waking in dark with no sun to cheer, 

rain lashing down, damp heavy in air.
I hate doing this at this time of year.

What do I hate at this time of year?
The quiet or solitude, no sound to hear?
Wood fires a blazing logs crackling, miss behaving?
Dogs snoring, oven baking, bread smell pervading.
I love all this at this time of year
being a hermit, lovely snuggly cheer.