
10 p.m. I peek through the kitchen windows everything is covered with the first patch of snow the car looks like a wrapped toy that children look at on Christmas shopping displays snow-dusted windowsills and trees
Gardens are merged to form a beautiful land of snow ice glistens on the branches of spruce trees the road is lined with a shimmering carpet of sequined gold, silver, and pink colors of water frozen and drowned in a snow carpet of the road
A window of the roof carries amazing frescoes a little bit of snow and a little bit of ice hide multifarious visual vibrations
At night the glass is reflected in the sky full of stars and against the backdrop of snow and ice creates innumerable compositions as if it wanted to speak look at my sweater woven from fluff and frozen sharp beads of ice that decorate me like frets hammered by the cold, but how noble and elegant they do not disappear until the morning
Each of these solidly hammered frets of ice holds on helping me to keep my cut to greet all the residents on the first winter charm

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Comments (4)
Beautiful! Your work is growing, stretching into new vistas. ✍️
This is so beautiful 😍
This was soooo beautifully penned! I loved it!
Beautiful description of winter. Snow ice glistens on the branches of spruce trees, I loved that. A neighbor has a spruce tree I can see from my window and I see what you describe every time is snows. Well done.