a heavy cape of mist
hung over the rolling hills
the air twas replete
with the frostiness of winter's chills
all of the countryside
wrapped in a trembling shiver
even the rabbits and foxes
did repeatedly quiver
the setting in of the season
of protracted cold
freezing paws did clutch
with an uncharitable hold
all portions of the landscape
dead of state
the naked boughs of the trees
hung their heads in lowly gait
into a morass of tundra
which wasn't pleasantly nice
all would lay encased
in a gelid block of ice
a frozen solid mass
prevailed for a long spell
the New England region
devoid of the warming summer's knell
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
a heavy cape of mist
hung over the rolling hills
the air twas replete
with the frostiness of winter's chills
all of the countryside
wrapped in a trembling shiver
even the rabbits and foxes
did repeatedly quiver
the setting in of the season
of protracted cold
freezing paws did clutch
with an uncharitable hold
all portions of the landscape
dead of state
the naked boughs of the trees
hung their heads in lowly gait
into a morass of tundra
which wasn't pleasantly nice
all would lay encased
in a gelid block of ice
a frozen solid mass
prevailed for a long spell
the New England region
devoid of the warming summer's knell
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