By Ian Copestick
Earlier today, I left the house to do a bit of shopping. It was bitterly cold, on the weather forecast they'd said we should get ready for snow. It looked as if they were going to be right. Now, at 4:30 in the afternoon, I've come out wearing the biggest, thickest, winter overcoat I own. I look an idiot. I'm sweating like mad,while everyone walks past me in just shorts, and T-shirts. This is England for you. There is a reason why we are known worldwide for moaning about the weather. There may be other, there must be other places where you can get snow, and a full-on, ice cream eating, summer's day, all in one day. But I've never heard of them.
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 48 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England. He has published 49 poems in 10 different e-zines including Anti-Heroin Chic, Outlaw Poetry, The Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa’s Kitchen, Synchronized Chaos, Under The Bleachers, Horror Sleaze Trash, and more.