The cool crisp air is beckoning winter onwards today
The trees drop their leaves in submission to winter’s king
The flowers fall into humbled curtseys at this king’s presence
And they lay a carpet of white frost for his regal feet
Soon they will bask in his regency sending gifts of crystallized water
The world becomes his treasury laid out for all to see, how marvelous it is to be
The king of winter
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