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Inspired by the approaching winter, I searched and found a poem, especially for you. It's simply entitled, "Winter". Here we go »

"Autumn winds are dying

As winter rears its head.

Soon the land will sleep again

In the silence of the dead.

The gray sky seems a blanket.

The golden trees now bare;

Their branches reach out to the sky

To grasp the misty air.

Dark browns replace the orange

And grays replace the blue

Soon snow will change this landscape

As the spiral dance holds true

The silence will be welcomed

By a solitary crow.

An eerie song of mystery

That few will ever know.

For winter keeps its secrets,

The ones not hard to hide.

The answer's all around us,

But the question sleeps inside."