It's December,
But autumn lingers still.
The snow is scarce, and so
The leaves remain, and
The squirrels wonder why
The willows hold their branches.
Full and trembling.I long for winter's arrival,
For snowflakes on my face, and
For the cold air to fill
My lungs with each breath I take.
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