Melted from the chill before
Winter not quite done here
Frequent birds calling change
Yet she doesn’t respond in kind
Time for wool still
Waiting for the spring

Snap of Cold

As quick as a blink,
the chill comes in.

Winter’s vest
enclosed invisible.

Soon through wind and cold
you smile.

Unlike the dawn upon my brow.

Gone too quick was the fall.

Now only chapped
Crystal water
Season of slumber
Time capsuled
Crackle to frozen

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