As brisk wind stalks my body balks

Too cold to walk around my block

So, I will wait 'til earth rotates

'Til sun pulsates and heat placates

But there are days when I will stray

And face brisk fray without sun's rays

Though my lungs burn as cold winds churn

My mind, it yearns, for dawn's return

To see sky streak as sunlight peaks

And walk near creek as my eyes seek

To find a prize; to feel surprise

See through disguise with piercing eyes

A startled doe's sharp nasal blow

As white tails flow in exit show

Hear honks from high as geese fly by

To look towards sky; release soft sigh

As tree leaves tatter and acorns patter

Grey squirrels chatter as they get fatter

Knit caps on head; a nose turns red

Soon snow will spread where footsteps tread

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