The Sleep of Winter
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished,
Calm, subtle, just.
A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish;
Leaves, weathered to crust.
Rain's kiss is as cold as ice.
A warning of what's yet to come
But for now, theres not a blizzard in sight
Just the sleep, that regards none.
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