Today the wind whipped the trees,
startling, stripping, stealing the leaves.
They lay naked in the greyish sky,
fueling the wind's whiny cry.
Freezing rain, ice, hail, and sleet,
these are winter's welcome greet.
Frosted skin and bones so cold,
sniffling young, and sickly old.
But near the fire, warm and tender,
gather amongst the glowing embers;
singing songs with voices high,
friends, and glasses that never dry.
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