Shoulders slumped
feet a-shuffle
head bowed
bodies huddled
Winter's bite
brings misery
the season's cold
a treachery
But the chill is in
my blood and bone
born and raised
with sleet and snow
Trying it can be
pitted against the freeze
with only will and serenity
yearning for Summer's ease
But I'd never trade
long Winter's night
or the glare
of frost burned white.
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