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Poetry | Whispers of Winter

The snow caresses the hard pavement,
Gentling it, softening the hard edges,
Making it new and bright.
Kissing the sharp boughs on trees,
With its cold, icy lips,
Freezing them into puffy clouds.
It falls past my window,
Stroking it softly, rubbing at the panes,
Like a cat near a fire in winter.
A deep ruby light warms the scene,
Making the white snow gleam like fire and lighting the falling diamonds like blood.
The snows loves the harsh edges,
Shaping snowy sculptures of lambs and fluffy clouds,
The symbols of the season.

© Clare Selley 2009

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