Sitting here, safe in my room

Looking out at the cold afternoon

In my lap - a cup with a spoon

Wondering when spring will bloom

While I reminisce of the weather

I tug at the holes in my sweater

Watch them grow, expand together

And I think I like this better

Snow before grass, cold before warm

I prefer numb hands more than a rainstorm

Cause thick mittens works like a charm

But soon butterflies will change their form

I must say bye and farewell

To the open fire smell

Shortly summer will ring my doorbell

And I’ll have to get out of my winter shell

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves

I still see snowflakes, dancing like elves

We don’t have to get out of our cells

Let’s cuddle up around the bookshelves

I’ll read for you, what about shakespeare?

Come a bit closer, I’ll keep you near

Go get a blanket, hot chocolate, prepare

Because the beautiful winter is still here

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