Winter Again

Leaves spin because of the icey wind. Filling with anything but chagrin. Allowing me to deduce it is winter again. An array of multi-colored leaves both high and low, dance and flutter around the fluffy-white snow. As frost bites through my shoe in search of my toe. I deduce it is winter and continue on with the flow. Big and small, we will hang them all. Green and red, what a colorful ball. I deduce it is winter and hang them in the hall. Kids who sneeze from the cold winter breeze, always end up on their knees. Usually begging for "'NyQuil' please." Again I deduce it is winter and tease. Some leaves, some wind, nothing too big. Not even a sin. "Boy O' Boy" am I glad it is winter again.