Autumn leaves crunching on the floor the warmth of summer will be no more, months of cold and Arctic snow, the only warmth is of a fire glow, logs to cinder, smoking coal a Horses neigh to her foal, fields of frost and icy paths, the trees are bare as winter laughs. Put on your hat, scarf and gloves here comes the snow… Winters love. ©

JKG

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