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An icy branch,
snow on the ground,
silence is golden,
muffling the sound.

Off in the distance,
seeing trees sway,
it's still raining,
a wet soggy day.

I expect it will be,
like the day before,
wearing your rain gear
before going out the door.

Westward the wind,
from mountain to sea.
Winds of our Spring,
will soon, follow thee.

Winter scene, sodden plants,
on ground below,
wet and flat,
crushed by Winter snow.

Dissolve, they will
into the rich soil,
as Spring approaches,
when Gardners toil.

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.