Waking up to winter mornings,
The frost paints the trees.
The birds chirp, the world is dawning,
Breath contrasts with the breeze.
Walking through the winter frost,
The bitterness bites your fingers.
The season that you thought was lost,
The happiness still lingers .
Smiling in the showering rain,
The droplets drench your hair.
The snowflakes cover up the drain,
Christmas is in the air.
Crushing through the brittle leaves,
Falling in a mound.
Icicles hanging from the eaves,
Dripping on the ground.
Drying by the fireplace,
Dripping from the rain.
A winter that we can’t replace,
Will surely come again.
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