Autumn hues and fallen leaves
Winter's fingers tickle the air
The morning mists hang around
pregnant with mystery
Cloaked in icy dew
the roses bend and bow
The pretty petals lose their grip
Accumulating on the ground
I love the cold
It's freshness awakens
my exhausted soul
as I stand at my window watching nature's show
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