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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Chilly the winds...

Chilly, the winds. that roam everywhere
Colorful leaves take flight through the air
Crisp are the breezes that nip at our face
Winter is coming: her minions are in place

Gone are the colors of summer and spring
Earthy the tones that colder months bring
Everything noisy has now become still
The silence of winter imposes her will.

Hushed are the moments that dance around
Chirping and singing are no longer found
Winter's upon us, her stillness she brings
Cold, frosty hours, she carelessly flings

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