Newborn King
Hunters go;
prepared to brave the snow.
Survival befriends winter’s harvest.
All the while, ancient arctic winds blow their harshest.
Mounds of glimmering white drifts; December’s stardust.
O’ all the perspectives seasons bring,
blessings of life, come Spring;
Newborn King-
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