The Coming of Winter

Snow sparkles and glistens,
Thousands of tiny jewels
Under the silver crescent moon
The bright light that it fuels

The night's wind bites
Unfriendly, cold to touch
Stinging against the skin
She can feel this much

The sweet scent of Winter
Abruptly enters her mind
The precise fresh smell
Is clear and defined

Ice crunches beneath her feet
The wind breezes through her hair
‘Winter has arrived’ she whispers,
Inhaling the sharp, chilled air.

The End

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