Freezing whispers trickle in
Wintry breezes start again
Rain is chilly ...making ice:
Piping soup is sound nice
Frosty figures ..now appear
Silhouetting far and near.
Hear the crispness, in your walk:
Winter's speaking..hear her talk?
Slow your pace down ..not so fast..
Icy patches they forecast
Take some time: to look, to see
What is frosting walks and street
Winters coming.... this is true
So I write this verse for you
Take your time, to think, to live
In this icy wintry mix..
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