Winter
Shadows loom over
Frost barren trees.
A white blanket
Of crisp, clean snow
Covers the ground.
Christmas lights
Flood the small town
That I call home.
Taking walks at night
In the cold,
Coming home to a warm fire
And a cup of hot chocolate.
The air has turned cold overnight:
Winter.
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