My Winter
Autumn is leaving, amid hues of red and gold
A final splash of colour before winter's bite takes hold.
The land once verdant, lies desolate and bare
As the cutting cold of winter brings a sharpness to the air.
But as winter takes its grip, and temperatures drop low
Expectantly I wait, looking forward to the snow.
It takes me to my childhood days, of snowball fights at school
Of tongues stuck to frozen railings, by unsuspecting fools.
Neighbours all made snowmen, trying to build the best
And being pleased as punch if ours beat the rest.
Our fingers numb and tingling, our toes were frozen stiff
But we were having so much fun, we thought the snow was bliss.
Innocent days of childhood, it seems so long ago.
But fond memories come flooding back, as I wait upon the snow.
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