Spirit Of Winter Poem by Nikia Chesney

Across a moonlit field,
through a star-filled winters sky;
The first snowflake falls to the earth,
the spirit of winter has finally arived.

Miles and miles of ice and snow,
but her work here is not yet done;
She lays out thousands of tiny diamonds,
to sparkle and dance in the morning sun.

Serene and silent,
she holds the world in her frigid grip;
As if to forever lock its crystal beauty,
with a touch of her frozen fingertips.



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