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Winter’s Embrace

She comes in silence, soft and slow,  

With breath of frost and drifting snow.  

A silver hush upon the land,  

A quiet touch, a gloved hand.  

The trees stand bare, yet dignified,  

Their branches etched against the sky.  

The world, now wrapped in icy lace,  

Finds peace within her cold embrace.  

She paints the dawn in muted light,  

And stars gleam sharper in the night.  

Each flake a whisper, pure and small,  

A lullaby for one and all.  

Though warmth may sleep beneath the chill,  

Her stillness holds a sacred thrill.  

For in her arms, the soul can rest—  

In winter’s clasp, we feel our best.  

Autumn’s Embrace

The trees ignite in crimson flame,  

No two leaves ever quite the same.  

Amber whispers drift through air,  

A fleeting glow beyond compare.  

The golden fields, the fading skies,  

A gentle hush where daylight lies.  

Each breath of wind, a painter’s hand,  

Scattering jewels across the land.  

The world slows down, the shadows grow,  

A softer light, a steady flow.  

In autumn’s arms, we learn to see,  

The grace of change, its mystery.