[stylist] Writing prompt (brown winter).

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

OK. I'll try it.  I think you should be able to guess the song that the first line comes from.

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray
but I see no snowy white.
This cold ground chills but does not warm
with snow's Christmas invoking sight.
This snowless winter I wish would be gone.
It seems November caries on and on.
Does winter want to claim the land or not?
These snowy days of yore I've almost forgot.
This dithering weather leaves me with a frown.
Be snowy or be gone oh' winter brown.

Shawn Jacobson
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