Preserving the Floor
Winter is a time
For magic spells
From the snow that fell
To preserve the loam
That’s been entombed
And to defend the earth’s bed
For some they dread
The lack of warmth
Wintertime is a time of rest
Folding out natures vest
For enriching our tulips
The color of mint juleps
Wintertime is for natures
Eliminations
For the meek and wounded
That pass
Leaving behind the strong and bold
It is told
Winter is a time
Of darkness
With a hue of silver
On a seasonal journey
Of change
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