Winter Solstice

Frozen air

Bareness

Lifelessness

That ironically exuberates

A different kind of life

An empty sky

Where only one or two birds fly

The air harsh to the lung

Holding the crisp scent of fire

And the coming of snow

Evening falls much sooner

Releasing gusts of drowsiness

Into the atmosphere

Warmth becomes our food

Seeking shelter from the cold

My home my sanctum from the elements

As I admire with only my eyes

Deer prancing amongst the trees

Foxes rummaging for food

Nature resounding a still and small call

The world seems to slow down 

And come to a near complete stop

Winter does not stop life

It recycles

Preserves

Revives

Life

As the nights grow darker

Colder

The winter spirits awaken

And grace us with

Pillows of snow

From the heavens

The landscape

Covered in vast quilts

Of luscious snow

Tucked into the earth

Like a weighted blanket

Joyous melodies of children

Playing in the snow

Allowing their imaginations

To take them places

They have never been before

Creating worlds of fantasy

Solidifying them into their reality

The sound of crushed leaves

Is covered by the sound of crushed snow

The air is impregnated with

Festive cheer

An enjoyment quite unique only to

Winter

Let us soak up

And preserve this feeling

The magic of winter

Before it is long forgotten

A distant memory of the past

As winter makes way

To the soft rays

Of the spring sun

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