Winter
The gray soldier
Assaulting us with bayonets of cold wind
Showing us the full force of his temperament
Sometimes he lets the sun through
Later to punish us for enjoying it with another icy volley
Then, finally vanquished by the green grass
That pushes past his snowy sentries,
He melts away...
And the earth is many-hued again
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