Preface to Winter

The winds blow south and with them go
All the birds with fear of snow.
The sun dims to a golden glow
And steeper shadows slowly grow.

An autumn chill now grasps the night,
Red and yellow leaves take flight,
And later comes the morning light,
The blight of winter now in sight.

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