Some experts say winter makes us sad
Days are shorter, sulight not as bright
But there is a truism, I might add
Despite short days, I love the night
To watch the moon reflect through trees
And count footprints in newly fallen snow
Feeling a chill with each passing breeze
Imagining I was playing down below
Feeling silky snow beneath my feet
Making tracks anyone can follow
Shaking the snow off as I cross the street
This is someone’s dream, I thought I’d borrow
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