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She, winter mourning rise...
Winter hath come again
Slowing nature to a still
It feeds upon warm breath
Chilling bone and muscle
The evening fog drifts in over barren field
The eerie night freeze.
And morning rise, she slumbers,
softly through the cool dark
Till the dawn come,
the pale rays shine lethargic through frosted glass
A smile plays upon lips..
For winter hath come.
