Deep Winter
Slowly winter creeps along into our veins
The cold curse of England
Testing your fragile bones
Teasing your icy cold ears
Freezing your nose
Jack Frost is coming closer
The Holly King still in its Glory
The sun all but gone
Just a dismal rise
A fast Set
Daylight Hours Stolen
Turning back Time
An hour here
Forward there
Tingling Skin
Hard Jawline
Fur and Fleece
Come out to play
Snow ahead
Snow men
Into Bed
Quick Jack Frost is Here
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