WINTER WONDERLAND

There are strange and mysterious sounds

when the winds of winter blow,

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the long nights are crystal clear and cold

and my world is covered with snow.

The stars are frosty against the sky

and the wind’s whistle is shrill

as the snow blows against the house

and drifts against the hill.

Yet, in winter I like to see

a white carpet hug the ground,

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to plod through pillowy snow…(camera in hand…)

where deer tracks abound,

to feel the stillness

of a crisp winters night,

watch a silvery moon rise

over the snowy horizon

exposing a winter wonderland,

sparkling and magical...

feeling the bone structure of the landscape,

knowing that something waits beneath it…

the whole story yet to be revealed.