Winter
Frost bitten fingers
Numb with cold,
A Robin sits on a tree,
The mystery
Of the winter breeze
Rosy cheeks,
And a bright red nose,
We've said goodbye,
To the summer rose.
A carpet of snow
Covers the ground,
Laughing children,
The only sound.
Inside a fire
Burns so bright,
Taking the chill,
From this winter night.
We snuggle up close,
With a bottle of wine,
Listen as the church bells
Start to chime.
Winter comes but once a year,
Bringing with it Christmas cheer.
We'll sit up in bed
With a mug of hot tea,
This is what winter
Means to me.
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Winter
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