leaves begin to fall
windy winds begin to howl
winter ends it all
birds stop their singing
afraid of next months bringing
frost will be clinging
come rain, shine or hail
still a true sailor must sail
no sailing means fail
a bit of blue sky
makes me ecstatically high
it is sail or die
I set sail in Blake
don't care much the sun is fake
sanity at stake
...
You guessed it! King Winter arrived yesterday, and while I like snow and skiing, it also makes sailing impractical.
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