while imagining . anything is possible . reality waits
cold enough to freeze . winter creates a surface . not safe to walk on
a fresh fallen snow . will gather on surfaces . we’ve never noticed
simply walking . requires stepping carefully . in a winter fog
on the darkest night . winter begins its journey . and comes out to play
freshly fallen snow . creates blankets and pillows . but not for sleeping
there are some mornings . it would be nice if the world . had a pause button
before the sunrise . the trees whisper quietly . in their silhouette
last summer’s flowers . hold onto fresh fallen snow . but only for now
nothing says comfort quite like cold, hard surfaces on a winter day
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