The first snowflakes fell.
White glazed the mountain tops.
Her freezing breath fogged a window.

Winter was here, here to stay.
For at least until march.
She hugged me. on top, cold arms lay.

Whispered into my ear,
"darling, i know you love autumn,
which is why she ran away."

The first snowflakes fell.
As did i.

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