The settling cold of winters approach,
turns the chapter of yet another season. 

With little bits of drifting white, 
Along the Wyoming road. 

The color of the land has been kidnaped away, 
flake by flake like a school kids eraser.

Bite of cold awakens the morning face,
As the ears and nose quickly chill.

Scrape the ice, bust it free so that you can see.
Stomp the snow from the shoes, to keep it all clean.

Gee, another day of snowy white under the deep blue sky.
What a contrast of colors, what a contrast of temperatures.

Gray and muted are but few.

And then the heat returns like a old friend for a day, maybe three.
And the brown fall colors of the fall prairie fields return for all to see.


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