Cold is the air and sharp to the nose.
Biting through wool and onto covered skin
Azure blue and gray steel
Withered arms of trees ripple against the sky
Dark and somber without the softening of leaves
But joyously dart the sparkles of sun
Bringing with them the silent tremble of thunder
The wonder of creation
Enfolded in the sounds of winter.
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