A Winters Walk
Winter walk
Winter walk
Not a breeze in the air.
Pond is like glass, looking almost clear.
Ice brim around the pond.
Wicked cracks, in the middle ready to fall.
Tall high weeds growing in the air.
Brown is the color, spring always endure.
Winter has, finely hit.
All the animals have thick, thick, skin.
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