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Sunday, December 6, 2015

The coming of the winter

The coming of the winter is echoing through the breeze
Grass has lost her greenness and leaves are off the trees
Soon the winter solstice will invite us all to sing
Crystallizing icicles are touching everything

Hushed are all the flower-lets and gone are all the geese
Sudden sounds of coolness are whirling through the breeze
Chilliness has touched us and the  warmth is what we make
Whenever the chill of winter tries to freeze the steps we take

Soon the snowy blankets will fall upon the earth
And seedlings of the springtime will long for their rebirth
All the world will sparkle with an iciness galore
Whenever the Winter's coldness has chilled the earthen floor..

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