with a cold wind
wrapping a chill
around whatever, whoever
stands within her path
Flakes of crystal design
covering, hiding, burying all
is her sole desire - she is a storm
created of fury that displays a
winter wonderland
Degrees over time drop as
snowflakes lay themselves down,
covering with a blanket of white
burying the existing floor
that is our earth’s foundation
Upon passing, the glorious sun
speaks to us revealing to our
weakened weathered state,
she has come and gone again
for another day –
as Mother Nature smiles
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