Waiting for Friends
There’s a nip in the air,
There’s a frost on the ground,
And my boots meet the grass with a crunch.
Yesterday’s rain
Lies in puddles of ice,
Which I crack with a stomp and a scrunch.
A weak winter’s sun
Shivers beams on the bench.
But it’s too cold to sit, so I stand,
Stamping my feet
With my hat pulled down hard,
In each pocket, an icy gloved hand.
There’s a shriek and a wave,
There’s a shout and a thud
As a football flies right past my nose.
And I run with my friends,
Breath steaming and warm
From my head to the tip of my toes.
There’s a frost on the ground,
And my boots meet the grass with a crunch.
Yesterday’s rain
Lies in puddles of ice,
Which I crack with a stomp and a scrunch.
A weak winter’s sun
Shivers beams on the bench.
But it’s too cold to sit, so I stand,
Stamping my feet
With my hat pulled down hard,
In each pocket, an icy gloved hand.
There’s a shriek and a wave,
There’s a shout and a thud
As a football flies right past my nose.
And I run with my friends,
Breath steaming and warm
From my head to the tip of my toes.
This poem is copyright (©) Gaynor Andrews 2025
About the Writer
Gaynor Andrews
Gaynor was a primary teacher for many years, teaching in schools across the UK, as well as Thailand and France. She now lives in the Scottish Highlands, writing educational resources by day and stories and poems by night. Gaynor loves the rhythm of language and she has a particular passion for rhyme. Her debut rhyming picture book, Pandora and the Story Forge, published by Rocket Bird Books 9/24, celebrates the power of words and the magic of stories.
