make a commitment not because it’s permanent but because it’s hope
we light up the night with decorations; winter has been overcome
sometimes the canvas is laid out for an artist and it is not me
we cannot argue with the winter wind, for sure it never listens
the winter snow falls without discrimination its effect is not
it doesn’t matter that it’s modernized, it’s the tradition that counts
we see the soft glow and might be tricked to believe that the snow is warm
with the first snowfall the sounds of the city are quietly subdued
a cold hard surface comes alive like a wild fire it’s smoke and mirrors
the artist creates because they want to; maybe there’s an audience
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