Winter
How gently flakes drift
like down feathers
from angel wings
embracing nature
beckoning our hearts
in a whisper that speaks
winter has arrived.
As the snow imparts its chill
the land seduced
succumbs to her bed of white
where the only sound
is the occasional cry
of natures feathered eyes
maintaining their sojourn
wings of the wind
lamenting while mother nature sleeps.
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