The ground turns hard,
The sky turns grey,
The world becomes cold,
As we near the end of the day.
***
The wind begins to howl,
The night begins to clear,
Giving way to the white,
Of Christmas Cheer.
***
The children are out playing,
On the temporary play turf,
Making the most of it,
Before it goes for another year.
©The Pesky Poet
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