Wintry Air
It is December!
Chilly-cold air all around
Windy air pluck trees' leaves
With branches bare without coverings
And cramped buds waiting to bloom.
Dark afternoons, soon we see
Early bells, ring aloud!
Playing lads, all agog
"It is bed time....", mumbled, busy lasses.
Cladded gentlemen, from heads to knees
Walking briskly down the streets
For warm whiskeys at pubs.
Wintry air in steads and in woods
Autumn is here, an ally of Winter.
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