Seasons’ Fleeting

Breath in air

Never lingers;

Each year gloves

Need longer fingers.

Snow most special

Ne’er a bother.

Magic substance

Chore for father.

Snowy sludge

Tracks on floor

As rosy faces

Forgot the door.

Dog gets out,

Gusts come in,

Hats come off,

Gloves in bin.

Requests for cocoa

Just can’t deny

For mother knows

Seasons fly.

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