The delicious meal of winter’s chill
Fills my bones with life
The whipping wind starts to descend
Cutting away the strife
Brisk filled lungs lapping like puppy tongues
Frantic at the air
Life’s days unfold among the dry cold
Smiling at beauty so rare
For most do not view nature anew
If one is closed to the senses
Oddly comfort does smile all the while
Luster gleams behind never seen fences
If ignorance is bliss, what did we miss
Dust settles down the road
The freezing is worse, a subtle curse
Always frozen inside their abode.
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