Altered
Not even the softest hint of dawn
can wring regret from December's night
Nor can find remorse from the frozen ground,
or hasten a winter's thaw…
Yet, we are but wise
who will answer the brittle sound,
enlightened with a new-found awe
Rejoice in the pristine plan
and sight of this snowbound land
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11/15/16
Contest: Quote Prompt I- Free Verse
Sponsor: Laura Loo
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