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Poetry: “A winter morning”

Painting some more pretty pictures of winter.


A winter morning

The sun rises slowly
In a blushing sky
Clouds all departed
Left their payload on the ground

Snow that glitters prettily
In forests and in fields
Lays there yet undisturbed
When you stride out bold as brass

It muffles every sound
You dare not breathe too loud
It feels almost like sacrilege
When your boots make creaking sounds

Your passage here seems holy
As you stride across the land
This crisp new winter morning
What a breathless, gorgeous thing


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