Winter, by K. M. W. Klara At the moment the autumn disappeared, /
The brusque winter came tearing all along. /
Winged like, it has appeared, /
No one knows how, why, or f...
Winter, by Robert Crick When autumn fades from sight, /
Winter rushes to take its place. /
It seems to arrive on wings in flight /
And suddenly lands at full pace.
Eve...
