Autumn left behind had lost its bloom
Now winter snaps her fickle frigid finger
We quarantine at home we do not linger
Ensconced in the cocoon warmth of our abode
We curl up in cozy fleeces to beat the cold
While delicate snowflakes like winter lace
Dance on my windowpane with unique grace
Each snowflake are marvel of divine design
Their fleeting frosty greeting a gift so fine
And confined here by the bitter fickle frost
Alas what care I, if at times I get lost
In winter's lounging, longing nights
Seeking silent sentiment until the light
When daybreak casts its golden hue
Over the mysterious brooding brew
And awakens our solemn silent slumber
A new day breaks in with wakeful wonder.
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