The chill creeps in
As I sit in the window.
Smoke puffs from
The chimney next door.
Ivy covered in frost
And icicles fall;
December sinks in
Like a cold-shouldered
Old friend.
I try to stretch,
Reach my toes,
But my own bones
Feel covered in snow.

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