heavy with snowfall . the pine bough bends, patiently . under its burden
the twisted branches . go unseen until the snow . makes them obvious
water is required unless it’s in a form that’s inconvenient
a clear winter night . settles in with its danger . felt in each cold breath
a welcoming light . makes the winter alley safe . even passing by
the crunch of the snow . underfoot, is amplified . by the peaceful night
the ice builds slowly . almost unnoticed, until . nothing else is seen
with a painter’s touch . the windows give a forecast . anyone can read -11ºF/-24ºC
when conditions change . quickly, all too many still . ignore the warnings
the softest pillows . are only made possible . with firm support
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