“When will winter lose it’s grip?”
He wondered as he looked outside.
His fingers surely felt the nip.
As the snowflakes multiplied.
Everything was covered in a blanket of white,
and felt cold and frigid as morning came.
He wasn’t sure he would be all right.
It was only winter who could be to blame.
The trees had long since lost their leaves,
Nothing even looked the same.
Winter and jack frost were indeed thieves.
Green grass was but a far-off memory.
He ached for spring’s gentle return,
And dreaded winter’s treachery.
Oh for spring, he did yearn.
And with it, the warmer weather it would bring.
But for now, he’d have to settle.
As he tried to find a song to sing.
Huddled down to avoid his peril.
Until spring one day would come,
Bringing cheer for all who were near.
Erasing all of the glum,
And with it, the first flowers will appear.
My A-muse-ing Life 
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