Daylights soft wain
vestiges of a winter bane
evening shadows
dawns frozen meadows.
Trees twisted askew
hard the winds blew
they too begin to fade
as night longs to shade.
Cold it can be felt
still,snow can melt
earths axis tips
softing winters grip.
Signs of tomarrows spring
another day will bring
signaling winters regret
burnt orange glow of sunset.
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