Crisp leaves crack and crunch,
Beneath my warm,chunky boots,
Now a dried mess.
Snow covers the ground,
Like a warm, cosy blanket,
Stretching for long miles.
Blossom gently falls,
From the tree to the soft grass,
Lying sleepily.
Ice-cream drips and drops,
Sat lazily in the cone,
Covered in sprinkles.
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