A Winter Child

As the frost fell down over the gardens .,

The smell of wood burning stoves clung to the air .

The winter child smiled as he looked out the window ,

at the new day on display out there . .

As the snow fell the wild wind tossed sheets of white

over the grass and lay still for a while ,

Winter inside the little home was quiet  ,

and the child looked out the window and smiled .

as his Mother bought some wood inside to warm the house

and the summer was far away ‘

Wafting through the air was the smoke

of wood burning stoves,

that choked the freshness of the day  .

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