Its wintertime
in the north
its brutally cold
icy fingers
and icy toes
welcome the fireplace
and its flames
naked youthfulness
curled up on the couch
enjoy a peaceful sleep
window shades closed
like droopy eyelids
keep a secret well
youthful pleasures
build their castle
a fortress without a wall
their energy a powder keg
so easily ignited
but waiting for spring
and summer
a weather change
about to come
as snow starts to melt away
and flowers begin to bloom
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