The cold bites at your
lungs.
Taking with it
Your ease of breathing
Sharp slicing
cold air.
Winter comes with its
own beauty?
Falling powdery snow
Crystalize
water making ice
sculptures.
Prisms of scattered
colors greet your
eyes.
What other
season
Gives so much beauty?
Winter makes it's
presence
known.
Coats, scarves, gloves
mufflers and boots.
That first snow storm
brings out angels.
Swishing arms to make
wings.
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