A cold day has sprung
Ice particles still left
Mist is hanging over
A dull grey sky looms
Not a fan of the cold
Never was and never will
Fingers and toes
Stiff to the bone
Shivers down my spine
A chilly wind against my cheeks
Not a fan of the cold
Never was and never will
Too many layers
Feeling closed up
Counting the days
Winter my old acquaintance
Not a fan of the cold
Never was and never will
Windy days drag along
Short days and long nights
The air is thick
A season soon forgotten
From the heart
Char
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