A Leaden Sky
A heavy, leaden winter sky
Oppressive, grey as slate.
Biting cold, stinging cheeks
As my weary way, I make.
Autumn had paid a call,
All the leaves, now litter.
Still though, it won't be long
Till all is snow, and glitter.
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