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Winter



The wind uses chill fingers

To unwrap the sleeping sun.

The diamond frost still lingers

Though the day has already begun.


No leaves chatter on the tree.

Only the creaking boughs stir

Trying to set themselves free -

Ice crackles like static fur.


A duck skitters on the lake,

Sliding around and around.

The crystal icicles make

A Chinese torture sound.


The calm, white magic shatters,

The sleeping pond awakes

Onto the ice something clatters -

Children with their ice skates!

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