A branch of
berries
Lying on
crisp bed of white snow
Like drops
of red blood
Snowflake
like, crystals swirl
Landing like kisses on the earth
Quietly in
the frozen air
Shadows of
bent trees
Mirages of
dying summer
Giants in
the soft wooly fog
I wipe the
window clear
And
squeezing my face to the frosty glass
Keep
watching for spring
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