Winter's Masterpiece

Stars sparkled on a bed of pure black.

Owls danced on the roofs of icy silver.

Moonlight fluttered though tangled bare trees.

As the delicate sky melted into a cool orange flower,

I sat, I stared, I listened.

The cold winter breeze brushing my face,

The beautiful song of the tiny little robin,

The sound of december, the beauty of spring.

The End

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