Sonnet of Winter
As the winter comes nature to sleeps retire,
Leaves fall from the trees to nakedness aspire.
Fallen leaves give the ground a blanket warm,
The frost prevails its white does all adorn.
The days they grow increasingly short,
Snow falls to give man his winter sport.
The rivers freeze and give a hardest set,
Skaters get time to test their skills do get.
Till winter does past and herald the coming spring
That longer days and warmer climes do bring.
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