The air is crisp
With mounting cold
And temperature descend
The wifts of snow
The hidden sun
With temporary end
The barren trees
devoid of leaves
naked bare alone
Sit in guarded house
Im here
Warmed in heated home
The people all
Bundled with clothes
Features hidden hats
Protect from chills
And save from frost
New memories to last
The walks in cool
Morning air
No strain breath it heaves
With purity
And silence pure
Treading on dead leaves
The majesty
Of it all
Shows purpose so divine
Creator dear
His work so good
So deep and so sublime
The cool it does not bother me
Surrender to his will
Natural progress true it is
Glory lingers still
The spring it is
Not so far
Waiting for rebirth
This life of patience
Self imposed
With him return to mirth
Rejoice in his
Power so great
Of which none compare
Oh dear God
Teach me some more
Its we who are the bare
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