Now that winter’s here?

Yes it is a little chilly,

But you’ll like it, never fear.

I’d like to see that little path,

The one you sketched, you know,

After last night’s storm it surely

Must be rimmed around with snow.

The grey grouse slept I’m certain

Beneath the patches white,

The hills protrude a dazzling crest

Into the dawn’s cold light.

If attempts were made to climb

Up to its softened blue,

Every time we stepped up one

We’d slip back more than two.

But now, we’ll just go thru this woods

And this deep snow, my dear,

Will make a worth while picture

For it’s beautiful this year.

Let us plow thru this deep snow drift

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