A winter sky near end of fall

Is prelude to the goose’s call;

Portends the end of colors all;

Anticipates snow’s sparkle.

A winter sky at winter’s end;

A muted sun, a muffled blend;

A captured, hostage, cold-filled friend

Holding springtime’s hope.

Sure as the warmth, the sun; the cold

Decreases through each day in bold

Sweet symphony of time foretold;

Farewell to winter’s sky.

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