The frosty window welcomes me,
The crystalline morning dew,
An angel’s breath has kissed the glass,
A silvery, arctic, hue.
Icy tokens from the sky,
With elegance, they glide,
Drifting lazily here and there,
With airy random strides.
Biting through the cold and gray,
The trees are all asleep,
Snowflakes settle upon their arms,
Their winter coat to keep.
I take this in and then a bath,
Some cocoa and a book,
Natures blanket quiets the world,
While I curl up and look.
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