It's time to think of winter,
Now while the sun
is warm enough
to melt the morning mist
And the wind
rustles leaves
still green from summer.
It's time to gather in
the days we grew together,
harvest the hours we raised,
and put them up in love
for safekeeping against the cold.
So that no matter what we give away
We'll have enough to see the fields......come Spring.
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