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Created on: October 22, 2009
WINTER
Winter calls to me, like no other season,
The magic of the snowflakes, no rhyme nor reason.
The lonely howl of the wind,
The wolves safely nested in their den.
The snow softly draped over the forest floor
Reminding me of ancient folklore.
The air chills my lungs with every breath I take,
As I wander along the frozen lake.
But I would have it no other way,
As the sun rises on a new winter day.
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Poetry: Winter scene
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They warned us it was coming,
a great storm with ice and snow,
with deep freezing temperatures
Footprints track the new fallen snow,
as I look out from the frosted window.
Such a cool, cool winter scene,
so peaceful
Air so cold, it froze my nose.
Dogs at the door, paws must be cold.
Snow on the ground, not melting at all.
Winter is here,
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Snow storm
The wind whips
White drifts
Into a creamy, cold
Blanket
Sparkling diamond reflects
On snow surface
Rainbow promise
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Walking far and fast takes a toll on your feet
People rushing about with their cell
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