Leaves blown by the chilling northern wind
rustle along the brown grass of winter.
The sky is grey with despair.
The isolating feeling of winter is here.
Gone are the lazy summer days
when a gentle warm breeze
would bring a smile to being alive.
Gone are the star filled nights
when crickets were in full concert.
Now, there is bleakness everywhere.
Soon, the snow-filled clouds
will spread a cold layer of white
to hide any trace of a better season.
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