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Appreciation
Ah this, my cold winter wonderland
Stretches far- as far as I can see.
There is delicate white tracery
On the longing limbs of every tree.
Every small rise and every shallow
Is blanketed, snug in pristine white
Covering what? I ask of myself,
By far preferring this sparkling sight.
The tree arms seem to stretch out to me
Inviting me nicely to join in
Winter's great yearly celebration
Where snow and icy cold always win.
The moving colours midst the white scene-
A kaleidoscope rearranging
As hardy wee birds weave in and out
In free-form patterns ever changing.
The freshness of this beauteous sight.
The pulse of wondrous winter, white veined,
Refreshes my thoughts and feelings too.
My appreciation is not feigned.
Winter- it's only beatiful to LOOK at. I could deffinately live without it.