That's Just Me
Looking outside, I see plenty of snow;
for everything has been dusted in white,
while time itself runs perceptibly slow.
Yet icicles sparkling in the sunlight,
can morph into a splendiferous sight.
My breath frosts, for the air is crisp and cold,
while the trees get glazed in layers of ice;
creating a wonderland to behold.
Winter levies an exorbitant price:
while enticing, it's anything but nice.
Autumn colors have faded, and all's bland,
for there are no more sweet songbirds to sing:
they've all migrated to a warmer land.
And my heart pines for the first days of Spring;
while a cold Winter continues to cling.
I miss the trees with canopies of green,
along with the fragrant flowers in bloom,
and babbling brooks, picturesque and serene.
I prefer Spring's warmth over Winter's gloom:
but that's just me; I don't mean to presume.
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