Hazing from green and golds, the reds and grey
Glass-like ice pon the surface of blue
Pre-cumbent of another winter's day
Colours mystified by low sun's glance
The beauty and wonder of the season's pass
Step by step on this much frozen land
Departing breaths of steam
With children's excited cries, I smile
Whilst in the snow, on crispy grass
We walk and they play through winter's chilly mile
Tentacled icicles, heavy clouds that threaten rain
Greenery dormant, awaiting the vibrant touch
The chance to revive themselves anew
With spring's return, anon, not long
Their petals once again aglow with sun
Days growing longer, light extends
Season is floating by throwing a lifeline
Survival of the fittest, nay, the quickest
Stretch up to meet the virgin sun
With urgency and tender grace
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beauty and wonder, good writing, thanks.