Fading colours breathe their last, as autumn yields to winter's blasts
The land is bathed with a shimmering white; hush abounds as birds take flight
Seeking warmer climes in lands, of palms and forests and warmer sands
Children wake to make their mark, in virgin snow untouched and stark
Chimneys pour their smoke on high to sully snow clouds in the sky
Speak soft, as robins breasts of red, flutter to the tables spread
With kitchen, scraps mixed in with seeds, tread soft and watch the visitors feed
Gold and green finches join the feast, to battle cold wind from the north-east
Winters come, the time is nigh, fresh snows do battle in the sky
Tiring shoppers on their way, with gifts and Fayre for Christmas day
Hurry home to welcome yellow fires, to sounds of music from singing choirs
The snow outside swathes trodden paths, with marbled blankets through the night
To await the mornings squeals and cheers, a brand new battleground for fresh snow fights
These are the colours the winter brings, esteemed by all, from paupers to kings
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