silence.
a slight breeze
not a passing sound to be heard
snowflakes fall from the heavens above
softly and gently caressing the earth
only a few autumn remains stay visible
under the snow white blanket
the sky only a blank canvas of grey
a frosted tree
chilling
wanderlust
red noses
only the cold keeps the visit from being eternal
for a beauty such as this brings a smile
a moment like no other
for this is what births poetry
this is where creative sparks lie
that ignites the fire
to warm countless hearts
tis’ the season
wintercrest.
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