Winter

A bit of winter imagery

Shadows loom over

Frost barren trees.

A white blanket

Of crisp, clean snow

Covers the ground.

Christmas lights

Flood the small town

That I call home.

Taking walks at night

In the cold,

Coming home to a warm fire

And a cup of hot chocolate.

The air has turned cold overnight:

Winter.

The End

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