Seasonal Refraction
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My being is a mirror of the cold.
Flows through me, like wind and mold.
Flakes that can fly, bite, and hold.
The beauty of clear winter evenings unfolded.
Snowfall is enhanced by the trees exposed.
When lakes freeze, the kids shift to rink mode.
We omit each item from the scold.
However, we do not know what winter will hold.
This is the real springtime prize foretold
Written: December 03, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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