Frost and Flame

Our season begins with the first frost,

Whispers echo as we embrace winter.

The dawn unveils her fragile beauty,

A shimmering veil cast by quiet magic.

We shiver in awe of the year’s last cold,

Each fleeting breath feels delicate.

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Unable to touch, the ice so delicate,

Our final farewell as dew turns to frost.

Bundling close, we meet the cold,

Stillness settles as we enter winter,

In seasons of joy, togetherness, and magic,

Mother Winter unveils her true beauty.

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Sun enhances the changing beauty,

Melting Frost’s intricate design, still delicate.

Enlightened hearts, consumed by magic,

Grass hidden beneath icy veins of frost,

Encapsulating the quietness of winter,

Further engraving the serenity of the cold.

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Bodies tense at the spark of the cold,

Craving warmth from homes filled with beauty.

Holidays and celebrations to come in winter,

Sadness and grief cloud the minds of the delicate,

Hallowing as they witness the beginning frost,

Pleading for time to release its magic.

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Darkened days lit by magic,

Frigid winds cut through the cold.

Gripping the ground with eternal frost,

Looming in the night, inhaling its beauty,

Creating pathways of snow, light and delicate,

Mystic and calm, claimed by winter.

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Snow creeps as we deepen into winter,

Engulfed in love, embraced by magic.

Angels of snow, born of the delicate,

Wrapping around, managing the cold.

A season of dark, aglow with beauty,

The season always begins with the year’s first frost.

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The first frost of winter ushers in the magic the cold brings,

Aligned with beauty and delicate vibrations.