JOE POEWHIT - WINTERS COLD

Winter filled brisk air.
Silent, quiet, winter bare.
The bear asleep in the den.
Tomorrows spring, only when.

Fallen leaves upon the ground.
Gentle breeze from ocean sands.
Holy quiet brings a spell.Farmer frees the frozen well.

Love sings it's winter song.
Some say, you must be strong.
Slumber calls a brisk night.
Cats [MEOW] - solemn might.

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