Autumn's wardrobe of yellows, reds, and golds has faded and Winter has tiptoed in and stayed.

Adorned in a veil of melancholy hues its Sun arrives late... and its Night arrives early.

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Its Cold stings and chases every living thing inside or underground.

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Uninvited but hard to ignore until Spring's Sun chases it away.

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Longing for snow.

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