Winter shows her veiled face
With the fragrant mist of fall
And her foe, the sun, has seen brighter days
In the merry months before.
Yet in one silent, contemplative sigh,
The comfort of the summer
Is found cold with chill, a breath of time
Her ever-cheating lover.
What man may say
Will never last
Thought it’s funny now to say it,
But there are those
Who’ve taken years
To ever contemplate it.
Winter
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