by Christopher Stone

Created on: December 20, 2008

I have met her forty times and hope for forty more

somehow each and every time is different than before

approaching quickly is the day when she will come once more

forcing change as she has done, so many times before

her entrance may be full of warmth, or it could be quite cold

or she might even make a scene, arriving strong and bold

her visits are quite dear to me, though she brings the cold

they say I will feel her more as I'm growing old

you may have guessed my secret love , but if not I will hint

the first four letters of her name, you may pronounce as WINT__.

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