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Winter Scene Themes

At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes and piles of pearly ivory
fluffy flakes causing tall white iceberg mounds
to abound greatly in an isolated snowy town

Trees huddled and cover themselves in
white parkas; this of snowflake designed fleeces creating
a blanket of a white new canvas for me the delighted Artist

People are frozen in their village,
neighborhoods being effectuated with the
season's frigid chilly chilled cooled air;
nipping at many red young and old numb ears

Ice vapors of a foggy mist
does tint white car's windowsills
The City sidewalks and streets has
transparently merged into white snow sheets

Snow summits also rise high with
white zenith peak tops
People are enjoying forming
snow tunnels and igloos and
snow men and snow angels
And some people sculpt ice statues
These come into being at just below
zero temperatures of freezing

Icicles are nature's cold calling cards;
this having a very slick and cold feel touch
At this time youngsters are receiving their
reddish noses and pink red rose colored cheeks

Black boot snow shoes sink in a
foot deep in the snow and are slushing to race home
A flurry of snow scene experiences
are how most winters are known back home
The tossing of powder with frost-bite
fingers and a few colorful blue hue toes that are ice cold

This season has its celebration of the Christmas day: this
the time of “Christ Birth,” the reason why I and others do pray
The theme of all things each and every day; in a heart that is merry,
light hearted and amazed for the many wonders given to us today

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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