Season’s Mourn – Leaves do fall; daylight shrinks – Summer seeks her forty winks – The windows closed; stoves are burnin – Thoughts of gifts and children’s yearnin – Warm days yield; the cold persist – I wipe my face from autumn’s mist – Brilliant groves; the sight is somethin – Winter’s near that frosts the pumpkin

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