The frigid days of winter – a poem

Winds blowing, ferocious
Plow their way into
The frigid days of winter

The trees bend, give way
To rushing snows
Painting themselves in layers

Blue and white, cold and pure
The crystals on an artist’s brush
Create a morning snowscape

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