What is your favorite season of year? Why?
Winter has always been my favorite season. There is something special about warm cups of tea, cozy blankets, gentle sunshine, and those lazy mornings when getting out of bed feels like a heroic achievement. This funny and relatable winter poem is a lighthearted celebration of everything we love—and occasionally complain about—during the cold season.
If seasons were teachers,
summer would be that strict one
who keeps giving homework.
Monsoon would be the dramatic one
who changes the mood every five minutes.
But winter?
Winter would be the teacher who walks in,
puts on a movie,
and says,
“Let’s not work too hard today.”
Naturally, it’s my favorite. 😌
Winter never judges me.
It sees me wrapped in a blanket at noon
holding a cup of tea
and says,
“Honestly, that’s reasonable.”
And I appreciate that kind of support.
The best thing about winter
is how it changes ordinary things.
Tea becomes an emotion.
A blanket becomes a lifestyle.
And sunshine?
Sunshine becomes a limited-edition luxury item.
People will cross entire rooms,
move chairs,
and rotate themselves like sunflowers
just to sit in one perfect patch of warmth.
For those few minutes,
life feels completely under control. ☀️
Then comes the morning.
The alarm rings.
I open one eye.
The room is cold.
The blanket is warm.
And suddenly I’m forced to choose
between ambition and happiness.
It’s not an easy decision.
Winter also has a special talent.
It can make a grown adult
stare at a bucket of water
and reconsider every life choice
that brought them to that moment. 😭
But the real problem is this—
Winter starts out adorable.
Cute sweaters.
Foggy mornings.
Hot tea.
Cozy evenings.
Everything feels like a scene
from a feel-good movie.
Then winter gets overconfident.
One morning it wakes up and decides,
“Let’s see how much they really love me.”
Now the floor feels like ice.
The water feels personally offended.
And my teeth begin communicating
in Morse code. 😂
Yet somehow,
every year,
I fall for winter again.
Because no other season
makes doing absolutely nothing
feel so productive.
No other season
makes a blanket feel like home.
And no other season
can convince me that sitting in the sun
with a cup of tea
is a perfectly successful day.
So yes,
winter is my favorite season.
Not because it’s perfect.
But because it understands
that sometimes happiness is simply
a warm cup of tea,
a cozy blanket,
a little sunshine,
and absolutely no intention
of getting out of bed. 🤭❄️☕
Winter and I have a beautiful relationship—
I praise it in poems,
and it tests that love
every morning. 😆✨
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Perhaps that is why winter remains my favorite season year after year. It reminds us to slow down, enjoy simple comforts, and find happiness in ordinary moments. A warm drink, a cozy blanket, a patch of sunshine, and a little extra sleep can sometimes feel like life’s greatest luxuries.
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Wrapped in words and winter sunshine,
—Rajeshwari ❄️🧿💕
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