Snowfall is covering the flowers bright,
a chill wind is blowing through golden light.
Robins are warbling an icy tune,
sorrowful over this winter in June.
Green leaves are stiff and voiceless now,
the fruit falls frozen from the bough.
Squirrels shiver in their nests at noon,
sorrowful over this winter in June.
Warmth is fleeing far from here,
the setting sun is weak and drear.
Night-eyes behold a brittle moon,
sorrowful over this winter in June.
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