There is a feeling of expectation
Preceding the first fall of snow
It builds after the first frost
Fall colors are swept from treetops
To litter the forest floor
Harsh winds bearing dirt
Or at times driving rain
Ravage the drab brown landscape
Overcast skies bring again
An intense longing for change
You may have hated last winter
But you welcome the first fall of snow.
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