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Mother Natures\' Winter
Winter’s cold is Mother Nature’s way Of saying, lie with me now, lay your head on my breast It’s snow, a blanket under which to lay Neath a crystal cover, enjoying winter\'s cold caress
Frost rimed windows … Mother Nature’s art Icy abstractions painted with frosty finesse Crystalline concoctions that form only a part Of Mother Natures wonderful winter largesse
Ice coated limbs of slope shouldered trees droop drowsily down as if fallen asleep Unable to sway in winter’s frigid breeze Appear as white mounds, when the snow drifts deep
The stillness one hears on cold winter nights Broken by the sudden crack of ice laden boughs The ethereal essence of undulating northern lights Headlights in the sky for Nature’s snowplows
All is withdrawn, in awe of Nature’s might Willingly waiting, deep neath frozen ground Safely sequestered, from winter’s cruel bite In warm tunnels and burrows, til spring comes around
Mother Nature invites winter into her domain Cohabits with coldness, wantonly sleeps with Jack frost Yet finds cold winter quickly falls to disdain Invites in the spring…and tells winter to get lost
Mother Nature is fickle lady…and she is also the boss!
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