Frost and chill,
What a thrill!
The air, it greets,
Like icy sheets!
The leaves, how they fall,
The colours, such enthrall!
Steamed cups of cocoa and coffee,
Fresh baked cookies with toffee!
A brightly lit fire warming the place,
Cheeks and nose bright pink in the face!
Flakes start to fall, peppering the land,
Figure eighting across ice, hand in hand...
Frost and chill,
What a thrill!
The Cold.
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The Orange Trees
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