Ivory flurries descend from hazy skies,
Snowflake’s unparalleled size and shape.
Silvery, crystalline icicle shines,
Serene view, a wintry landscape.
Statuesque evergreens veiled; powdery white sleet,
Cold season’s chiming air whistling.
Jack Frost’s chill, whirl around my feet,
Whilst, I gather twig bunches for kindling.
Tranquil, yet nostalgic eve,
Timber wolves howl, beneath celestial moonlight.
I proceed to hew, wood to heave,
Constellations gleam, above heaven’s twilight.
Ignited wood, to set aflame,
Laid down my head, vision’s blurry.
Feeling the warmth, of a glowing blaze,
Complacently, I slumber to reverie.
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