The changing of the seasons,
They mark the pass of time,
One begins..
One comes to the end..
Barely to be noticed.
The days grow cold,
Sunlight short..
We feel this change within us.
A star filled night..
They twinkle bright..
Change before our eyes;
Snowflakes now appear.
Slowly gently falling..
Cascading from the sky,
The first snowfall of the season..
Winter has begun.
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