A BLANKET OF WHITE

Look up to the white skies.
Magic before my eyes.
White flutters to the ground.
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white.
So pretty and so bright.
If it could remain this way.
A blanket for one more day.

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Look up to the white skies.

Magic before my eyes.

White flutters to the ground.

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white.

So pretty and so bright.

If it could remain this way.

A blanket for one more day.

 

 

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THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.

Old man winter tries to

erase all signs of Fall.

He covers the ground

with his icy cold snow.

But Fall holds her leaves close

to her body and her heart.

Some have fallen,

lone casualties of war.

The battle rages

on the ground,

in the air,

and in the water.

Fall will have to succumb

to the dictates of Old man winter.

She has no choice.

But she puts up a valiant battle.

She will be back after Summer

finishes heating the earth.

Farewell.

We’ll see you soon.

FOOTSTEPS

Do we dare?

Dare to walk in the snow.

Climb the rocks.

Slide down the slopes.

Feel the cold on our faces.

The wind hitting our bodies.

The brisk nip in the air.

Should we?

Someone else has done it,

while we’ve been procrastinating.

Do it now.

FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW

So many footsteps.

Where do they lead?

Where are these people going?

Are their lives happy?

Are they walking alone

or in groups?

Why are they in such a hurry?

What can you see in a footstep?

Follow a set and find out.