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Seasons Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May Written 12/10/2025
Winter
In the middle of the darkest night,
I make a surprisingly large sight.
In a boundless appearance in times.
Mercifully fleeting, swirling, and patterned climbs;
Swift, laborious, and icy blasts;
And horrible in some places that are forecasts.
I constantly change with the site,
Never the same but always a sight.
With moving wind and howling sound,
Bringing a low climate close to freezing ground,
Covering the land in a pristine blanket of glistening
Snow. Some snuggle indoors in comfort, not listening.
I am never alone. My frosty white mornings bring
Tranquil calmness to those and countless creatures to spring
As I embrace. Then silence is broken with the sound.
Of the crunching footsteps. On the frost-covered ground.
With the energy of nature and the activities of human fun,
I host a unique universe of life under the sun.
I am Winter, a magic in a world of great wonder.
Engaging and entertaining, ladening life snowed under.
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