by Mia Marks

Created on: July 25, 2009

WHITE WINTER

Quietly I will come to you,

In the silence of the night.

You'll wake to find no skies of blue,

The landscape daubed in white.

Look at what I bring with me,

There's little I'll leave to chance.

I'll put to sleep, the sap of the tree,

There's nothing will stop my advance.

But look for the beauty of my duration,

The silhouettes of a snow covered land.

Look at a tree and us your imagination,

The transformation is nothing short of grand.

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