A Winter’s Day

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There, I see a robin

On the window’s bay.

A snowflake floating by

On this, a winter’s day.

The scent of new mown grass,

Beneath an April shower,

Heralds spring has come

To raise another flower.

Otters play along the bank;

Picnics in the glade.

Summer days are long and hot;

Lazing in the shade.

Heaven’s eye begins to water

And green turns into gold.

All the leaves are going.

Like us they’re growing old.

There, I see my robin

On the window’s bay.

Snowflakes fall again

On this, a winter’s day.

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