Poetry: Winter

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The air is crisp and sharp,

The cold an envelope I now stand in, 

My warm breath, a visible mist,

Ascending, a fading cloud, a mist.

 

The trees are still, covered in white

Snow has fallen heavily over night,

Not a sound can be heard, it is still and quiet.

A white blanket spread out, nature’s dampener on life.

 

I look at the wonder winter brings,

It’s own beauty, a picturesque scene

A rustle ahead, amongst the trees

The snow crunching beneath my feet.

Winter, a perfect picture shrouded in white.

© The Imaginary Bureau Blog 2021

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