such is the weather,
squalls, frigid temperatures,
only six weeks till Spring
till Spring sweeps Winter
away, refreshing the land
with a new colour
new colour of growth,
pastels and brilliant greens
springing from deadwood
from deadwood, grounded
provided homes to creatures
sleeping through Winter
through Winter they rest
until warmth of sun and scents
wakes them to new life
new life once again
as the furry rodent says,
wanna buy swamp land?
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