Poor winter

Poor winter
Its head froze up in far off lakes
Its fingered trees unmitted
Its sheep all shivering in their
fleece
The squirrels eyes from cold beds
peep
Its sky a'frost with whitened
breath
Its fields too deadly white in
snow
The child says this
As warm we go
These too deep thoughtsÂ
For child to know
M
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