Winter’s breath is cold and clear,
Murmuring delicately, moving close.
Ice decorates the window’s edge,
Cold examples, nature’s vow.
Snowflakes fall in delicate flight,
Shining delicately in the evening.
Exposed trees stand with calm elegance,
Scratched in winter’s chilly follow.
A world very still, so quiet, so still,
Winter’s tranquility upon the slope.
In its chill, we track down our ointment,
A season’s tranquil, unadulterated and quiet.
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