POEM STARTER

“The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.”

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Winter Wind

The wind howls through, whistling on eaves. The first flurry rises The lakes and ponds strengthen their ices. Wildlife departs the wood Wishing the warmth will return for good. Cloaks and coats,hats and scarves Through this land the season carves. For when the trees shed their leaves The winter wind begins to breathe.
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