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Winterscape

White,
It’s white tonight as I look
upon the sea of snow that covers
the land in a blanket that is freezing,
yet warm.
White
is the moonlight that reflects off
this white water, giving
the illusion of twilight
at midnight.
White
are the stars that gaze down
laughing as the gnarled fingers
of an oak grasp for them like a child
with so many fireflies.
And white
are the soft sheets that
shelter me from this
winterscape, as I drift off
to warmer places.

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