How harsh is the Winter!
How bitter the cold!
Icing up roads.
Biting fingers and toes.
So cold.
Bitter is the cold.
Is there any sign of relief?
Is there any retreat?
Oh, how I long for the summer heat!
Bitter is the cold.

Driving down the Winter road,
with eyes fixed forward.
I behold...
Warmth and wonder in the skies!
A bright orange glow
shines down upon the snow.
Its brightness fills the sky.
So very full.
And this bitterly cold day,
is suddenly
transformed.
By the warmth and wonder
of brilliant orange light!
Oh, what a glorious, glorious sight!
Is the Winter sky.
So softly bright.

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