Winter Days

December 10, 2010
By Anonymous

Bitter wind snow sending chills down my spine.
Goosebumps now arise on my chilled arms.
Snow covers the frozen ground like powder.
And grey skies and short days are what awaits.
Little birds will still sing their morning songs.
And people will leave their tracks in the snow.
Ponds will freeze over like crystalized beds.
The animals leave in search for warmth
But they will renturn, when spring comes again.
For the cycle will continue year round

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