No snow has fallen yet,
daises still soak up sunlight,
no wind makes them shiver;
grannies gather outside and chat,
many have silver-gray hair.
Little sparrow afraid of winter
trembling and imagining snowflakes
and that Northern wind with furious gusts,
it's December and spruces have no frost,
meadows glisten and ravens whimper,
stay in your nest soon you'll fall asleep
and fear no longer can...
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