The nights are getting dark, and foggy.
Full of mystery, and expectancy.
I know something's coming.
Sparkling diamonds of hope shining
Hanging over the world, like a blanket
Cozily cuddling every tree in the thicket
The birds huddle down in knowing supposition
The remaining leaves rattle away as Mother Nature, magician
Raises her wand and lays on the earth a deep slumber
While white crystals of light disperse and soon outnumber
The blades of grass, and burrow into the breaches of pavement
Soon the world is quiet, waiting with breath baited, and wonderment
Flake constellations keep forming in the sky and are illuminated
By the Moonlight, they fall through the air. Oh Winter, we are well-acquainted.
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