Alabaster Gowns
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Winter arrives on a snowflake
tumbling down from the skies above.
For Earth is set for a remake;
that calls for a labor of love.
Whitewashing a littered landscape,
Autumn's dead get shrouded in white.
For streaming down like ticker tape;
snow swiftly buries all in sight.
Ice crystals conceal Fall's decay;
creating a fairyland scene.
And tucked into Winter's duvet;
Nature appears pristine and clean.
The trees don alabaster gowns,
spun upon Nature's frosty loom.
And white replaces brindled browns;
raising spirits above the gloom.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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