Winter
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Herbert Nehrlich
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As winter comes again this year,
its breath turns dewdrops into ice.
Out in the forest freeze the deer
our houses, refuges for mice.
The snow brings happiness and joy
for many girls and every boy,
with grace and silence it descends,
for autumn storms it makes amends.
The farmer leaves alone his soil
and Mr. Chevron brings the oil
to heat the inside of your house
and keep you warm, also the spouse.
Before you know, the winter must
pack up, it sends a final gust.
And when you hear the robins sing
your heart fills with the warmth of Spring.
And this procedure comes each year
ye Gods must have a special reason.
From what I've seen it does appear
that winter is my favourite season.
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