I Am a Child of Winter
the hushed bitter cold of Winter in the forest
as the ice hangs in the air whispering
the snow crackling under my boots
and frosty pure white snowflakes like filigree lace fall
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November 1, 2021
Taken from my poem, nature, my kryptonite 9/21/2021
Submitted to the contest, Liberim Divisa 8
sponsor, Gregory Richard Barden
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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