Winter is Here: A Poem


The leaves are failing to thrive,

Since the trees are no longer alive,

You would think I'd be pondering death,

But the cool air gives my lungs new breath,

This ancient year is almost over,

As me make our way into another,

The chilly temperature makes me reach out to love,

Because a warmed heart is a soft glove.

Winter Music

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