Frigid Winter Night
Remember the feeling of all seasons.
Balmy wind, cloudy skies, brisk walks, snow, rain.
A fire burning near the icy pond,
skates crunching, scratching, clicking on the ice.
Bundled shadows slip along in moon light;
bellowing puffs of smoke filled monoxide.
Embers cooling, burning, burning brightly.
Hot ashes follow a dark smoky trail,
rising through clouds, above the icy pond,
vanishing in the frigid winter night.
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