The darkest time of year


The grass is no longer green,

The sky is always gray,

Of leaves, the trees are completely clean,

These long fall days.


But even though it is dark and dreary,

And makes the heart tired and weary,

It's my favorite time of year,

One I hold oh so dear.


For as the leaves fall,

Along comes it all,

The white snow,

The sun making everything glow.


This is what gives me joy,

More than the summer haze,

Those wonderful winter days!








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