And the leaves fell
The cold bit like a hungry wolf
Green turned to white
Days grew short
Time seemed to stand still
Months without purpose
Smiles turn to grimacing
Gloves on
Noses run
Waiting for a day of sun
Spring seems so far away
And when the buds begin to show
The grimace turns back to smiles
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