The frost settles in
The snow begins to fall
The trees have already shed
The cold is starting to call
Winter’s at the door
December’s almost begun
As the flowers fade
All of nature becomes one
Field mice are hibernating
The cardinal rules the wood
Its song can be heard
Where it last stood
The fire’s in the grate
Hot cocoa in my hands
Through the frosted window pane
I see whitewashed lands
I curl up with a book
The quilt brushing the floor
Winter’s knock echoes
I open the door
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