The crows fly low on a day such as this,
As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist.
Branches are naked their leaves now gone,
Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.
The stream rumbles over its icy bed
As autumn lays finished now burying its dead.
Winter strikes hard as its gavel strikes
And its wind blows through you; your bones to bite!
Short cold days with longer colder nights,
Inside we sit with the fires alight.
Roasting chestnuts with a glass of wine.
For all its faults winter can be a splendid time.
Spring, then summer now autumn fades
As the chill of winter invades our days
Snow covered pastures, a scene to behold
New life to breathe beyond what’s old.
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