I feel a chill in the wind
Winter must be coming.
That cold bite of frost
Is actually quite becoming.

That crisp, cool winter air
Brings to me a smile.
I really don't know why,
But is seems so free of guille.

Something about a clear,
Crisp frosty morning
Makes me feel brand new,
With innocence adorning.

People go about
Their various busy lives,
Walking a little lighter
With those crisp quick-stepping vibes.

An unspoken joy is felt;
The thoughts of Winter fun,
Of Christmas, and warm fires
In the weeks to come,

Of feasts and family gatherings,
A year to start anew,
Of memories all lost
And future ones in view.

A skip, a jump, a song
For no real visual reason,
But for the cool, crisp air
Of the days of Winter season!

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