The breath of winter kisses the air, A chilled caress, crisp and rare. Snowflakes dance in a silent serenade, A delicate mosaic, nature’s parade.
Bare trees stand, silent and serene, Adorned in frost, a silver sheen. The earth lies still, a quiet hue, Blanketed in white, a peaceful view.
Icy whispers on the breeze, Nipping at noses, fingers freeze. Warm fires crackle, stories unfold, In winter's embrace, hearts grow bold.
Yet within this cold, a warmth does dwell, The joy of winter, tales to tell. For in the quiet, we find our grace, In winter's arms, a cherished place.
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A much cherished place, indeed!🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Beautiful images great rhyme and a most interesting format that ties each line to the next.
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