the cold comes
not
a moment too soon.
the boots come out.
the scarf and gloves
go on.
everything appears
that needs to worn.
let there be frost in
the air.
let it snow.
let the wind blow.
let the sky
full of grey clouds
lie upon us.
let the next winter
story of you and me,
others
be told.
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