As the sun cracks the sky,
the staying birds take flight.
The glistening of snow elevates,
with the first morning light.
My breath dances upon my lips,
shuttering with steam.
As the frozen north awakens
me from a sleepless dream.
From the front door,
a moment of envy.
For the summers of green,
and the rivers aplenty.
But the beauty is not lost,
in these mountains of snow.
The wonders of winter,
and the crisp serenity I know.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
As the sun cracks the sky,
the staying birds take flight.
The glistening of snow elevates,
with the first morning light.
My breath dances upon my lips,
shuttering with steam.
As the frozen north awakens
me from a sleepless dream.
From the front door,
a moment of envy.
For the summers of green,
and the rivers aplenty.
But the beauty is not lost,
in these mountains of snow.
The wonders of winter,
and the crisp serenity I know.
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