Hello Winter.


Winter arrives with full measure of haste.

Sweeping Autumn from our scene,

a lyrical landscape turned muted and clean.

 

Bourgeois ideals turn to expectations displaced.

This Old Man forges movement keen,

and oftentimes, billowing a peculiar esteem.

 

Hello Winter. You are habitually novel to taste.

I’ll season you with warm and fuzzy everything.

For I am content with mere window-gazing

and random acts of smiley facing.

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