like a siren’s song winter’s beauty entices with hidden dangers
in my waking dream the stress of reality can’t get past the trees
the windows rattle as the frost settles in for winter’s deepest freeze
as with the rabbit leaving a trail in the snow so is our journey
we each have our stride some of us have a shuffle and others a slide
on the other side of the locked window, winter taunts me with beauty
winter’s long shadows are cast like a net over landscape and soul
a midwinter rain can only mean: tomorrow will be slippery
as days get longer they also get colder, it’s winter’s irony
there is a magic that we can only witness in the morning’s dawn
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