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Winter bows his grisly head when the trees bend low Branches bear the heartless weight of the ice and snow Ponds turn into frosted glass and diamond streams to jewels Rivers turn to mirrored roads and lakes to sapphire pools Echoed cries of banished fowl plead for hopeful spring Not until the March wind blows will the warbler sing Winter's night of cold and dark slowly turns to day when the glaze and snowy drifts gently melt away New spring lifts her waking head when the sun grows neigh Buds and blooms unfurl with joy reaching for the sky
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Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
Winter Bows His Grisly Head
Winter bows his grisly head when the trees bend low Branches bear the heartless weight of the ice and snow Ponds turn into frosted glass and diamond streams to jewels Rivers turn to mirrored roads and lakes to sapphire pools Echoed cries of banished fowl plead for hopeful spring Not until the March wind blows will the warbler sing Winter's night of cold and dark slowly turns to day when the glaze and snowy drifts gently melt away New spring lifts her waking head when the sun grows neigh Buds and blooms unfurl with joy reaching for the sky
Written in celebration of winter upon discovering a large branch on my property fallen from the weight of December snow.
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Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
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