573 (12.01.2016)

A sharp knife of the bloody moon is out
The night is crisp and clear and freezing cold
A gentle wind outside gives quiet shout
And round our head the tired evening folds.
The day is dark the night is now begun,
The winter evenings start, about to freeze,
My hands are numb with memories of sun
The winter makes us all bow down and sneeze
The days are short and winter's truly here
The weather controls nothing and us all
It fill the outside world with cold and fear,
Yet inside we still hope that snows will fall.
Another year slips proudly into place,
And round and round the seasons steady race.

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