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| Winter Fresh tracks ‘cross new fallen snow. Pristine crystals, blue hues caught in fragile frozen lace. Brambles, bushes once attired in warm Spring green. Now fashionable Winter finery adorns their spindled fingers. Sparkling, it lies heavy blinding bright--reflecting cold sunlight, a stark contrast to Spruce’s ‘evergreen’. Peeking through drifts, tufts of wild wheat shiver in the blustery air Silence echoes, in the still meadow at dawn’s break. Robin yet slumbers head tucked beneath wing; Nose twitching against bitter cold I retreat to my warm burrow and sleep. Winter's come, once more. Graci copyright 2000 -- Lorrie Workman |
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