The days grow shorter,
The nights, longer.
Cold creeps up on us,
When we least expect it.
The trees get leaner,
We dream of fireplaces,
And roasting marshmallows.
And someone to cuddle up to.
This is Winter...
The icy wind,
Caresses your face,
The frosty rain,
Washes over the pain.
Missing the sun,
Wishing for the warmth,
Of a dreamy day,
When the sun kisses you on your way.
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