Winter wind, a frozen face.
Another blows behind, forcing a pace.
Rainfall receding, landscapes rinsed clean.
Clouds conceding. The sun gold and pristine.
Heat hammering down, humidity holds tight.
Bright light blinding, cool air takes flight.
Dense fog falls, hills grow obscured.
From fog to frost, winter's grasp assured.
Snowfall saunters down, lakes become ice.
Eternally entwined, in nature's fickle vice.
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