Winter
it's cold outside, with weather warnings
bitter cold, seems like winter is mourning
warmth of the sun, it was too long ago
instead of sun we have cold wet snow
the ground is slippery we fall on our bums
but the children are out and there having fun
The wind is whipping and I lose my hat
foot prints in the snow of the prowling cat
everything is white as if the world is starting again
the battle field empty, the canvas is plain
but already, foot steps appear
Life underneath is coming near.
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