The frost is on the pumpkin and the birds are on the wing
Let us cuddle in our nests until we return to spring
Take out all the extra blankets and turn the heat up high
It’s gonna be a winter that is loathe to say goodbye
And remember, when nears next season and birds homeward come
The process is do-over and what’s old has been undone !
The wind it shuttles through the trees
The rain that clings begins to freeze
The icy branches bend with ease.
Reach out, reach out and take my hand
To guide you through God’s wonderland
Where beauty shows superb and grand.
Seems all of life’s encased in glass,
Encrusted ice that can not last
And scatters with each windy blast.
You view the fairy castles there
They tremble in the sunlight’s glare
For soon, too soon all will be bare !
The snow still falls upon the ground
Is there a furnace to be found
We need to turn the heat up high
And bid the cold a quick goodbye !
Just as it was long time ago
We saw the beauty of the snow,
The time’s now past and all we’ve done
Is complicate what was great fun !
Tis sad to think there seems no way
For us to try to warmer stay
Where is it that we will belong
The freeze is here but much too long !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 