Trees have shed their autumn blush
They wait now in expectant hush For snow to weigh their branches Dry leaves tickle frosted ground Searching for banks to huddle round And whisper windy secrets The air was brusque, now colder still It shivers with a winter's chill But I, inside, don't feel it My needles and hook are bundled up In colorful yarn and softest fluff That transform in my hands Cozy scarves and tiny hats Then a pair of mittens to match All crafted together with love Clothed in warm accessories We'll brave the chill and rake the leaves To welcome drifting snow
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