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| The air starts to chill around, Bitter wind is coming near. She lays her cloak of white upon the land, The Spirit of Winter, again, is here. Her arms are long icy roads, They take the horses and their sleighs. The fingers stroke the leafless trees, Giving their magic throughout the days. She blows a kiss across the sky, The winds of the season air. As the Spirit shows her love, Wanting all of us to share. She shows her faerie friend, All the wonders of the land. Who flies high with gossamer wings, And settles on her hand. A child's happy smiling face. Taking his sleigh upon the snow. At the park with all his friends, Down the steep hill they shall go! Lights shining in all the villages, The night comes throughout the land. While the people sleep in their beds, The Spirit sadly waves her hand. When they wake, the air is new, A freshness in the ground. Warm feelings, the sign of life, The Spring Spirit is all around. |
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| Copyright @ February 2005 Graham S |
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