The Coldest Days

Smell of pine

Breath of clouds

Frozen Streams

And loud snow piles

 

Crackling wood

Mittens and boots

Dreadful blizzards

Oh what wintery truths

 

Lands are covered

Icicles hang above head

Nevertheless,

A joyful winter is a here

 

Written By Dawn M. Dean

From Book: The Paths of Life, Through the Eyes of Dawn

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