from the wind and snow . a shelter presents itself . without opinion
even a clear path . needs to be taken slowly . in a winter storm
there is no quiet . quite like a winter snowfall . only the wind speaks
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
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