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How tall the Noble fir,
Grandeur, a stately way.
Still, the early morning,
afternoon breeze, you sway.

A line of dew
Across sidewalk wide
From a Slug who
Left a sticky slide

The Willow trees, limbs bare,
now covered in ice.
Blowing wind, branches tinkle,
a lovely sound to hear, nice.

Bending of treetops,
winter wind blowing.
I'll take the wind,
if it's not snowing

Fir trees topped
with new, fallen snow,
blanketing the foliage
on the ground below.

A landscape of snow,
covered fields, today,
with children playing,
on a beautiful day.

Smoke curling from chimneys
upon many a roof,
it must be Christmas.
See all the proof?

Gather together,
for a Holiday Carol,
of good will toward men
and Joy to the World.

Lovely the view,
snow covered grass,
white capped shrubs,
fluffy blankets
on benches.

Winter snowfall blankets all,
covering lawns, shrubs and trees.
Whiteness abounds, throughout,
a Winter wonderland, to please.

From the East
the Sun arose,
warming our face,
toasting our toes.

"A pleasingly disorienting foray into the fundamental perplexity of life".

Whiteness,
how I describe
the first snowfall.
Shrubs, draped
in white.
Lawn a
magic carpet.
Furniture
bearing a mantle
of Ermine.
Beautiful.

Walk the path
of life, without me.
View the fall foliage,
beautiful to see.

Red, orange, brown, yellow,
the leaves full of color,
reminding me of
believing in one another.