The cold wind blows in
The chill touches our bones
The cold wind forces
Us to bend in the face
Of its full freezing force
The chill is an icy one
Straight from the pole
Makes us wish for warmer days.
The snow clouds drift in
As the trees leaves are dropping
Leaving a bed of rustic browns and greens
Laying thick on the ground
And the cold wind whips them up
And gets them swirling around
Like dervishes going maniacle
Dancing and prancing with life
The cold wind can be a harsh mistress
That brings discontent and strife.
fauxcroft 
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