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WINTER'S BITE
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NATURE Sharp teeth of Winter bite,
gnawing at the remnants
of Autumn mildness
with fierce delight.
Hostile breeze carries chill
of icy mountains
to surrounding locales,
sighing its frosty breath
into damp Winter air.
Leaves give up the struggle,
parting, falling from boughs
to lie, a crunchy carpet,
on the dank earth below
where, softened by cold rain,
they gradually disintergrate,
leaching into the soil
to provide nutrients
for new life in the Spring.
Blossoms, which danced in the Summer sun,
lie dormant, fade, die,
overcome by Winter's assault.
Trees, stark against grey skies,
like undressed bones,
shiver in unprotected nudity
awaiting Spring's re-robing greenness.
The scent of wood fires
provides a constant reminder
of warmth within,
enticing inhabitants indoors
where blue fingers and toes
can regain their normal pinkness.
Winter is king for three months ,
during which time
all must bow the head,
paying homage to the cold conquerer.
