Coming Winter
I never wept when winter called
Nor turned the icy blast away
Alone, alone, so all alone
Standing still for winter’s day
The summer strong melts empty, long
Against the fall we all must take
But autumns store and plan within
Cannot the dead-cold winter make
Copyright © Andy Chunn | Year Posted 2021
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