The air is cold, the trees are naked, people run around and sneeze
the ground is hard, the leaves are fallen, the wind howls worse than just a breeze.
After autumn coolness, wet streets common. skies a leaden gray they are
We feel the fourth season fast approaching, winter isn’t anymore that far.
The only thing we are awaiting, is the white, we want it swift,
soft white flakes that cover brown ground, a blanket, like a gift.
Some time far away, in past and future, spring was and will be, that we know
but at this moment what we wish for, is our long awaited snow.
Christmas time is around the corner, we’re looking forward to the Holiday,
but part of it is winter snow in which we all just love the play.
Please, clouds, give us the snowflakes we’re long already waiting for
allow the clouds…
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