In the dead of January
I saunter beneath darkened clouds
Evergreens remaining silent
Snowflakes drift in speechless beauty
Wintertide lyrics invading
The deepest marrow of my bones
I have no verse to speak today
Frozen by life's inherent bane
My tongue remains still, unshifting
I would prefer this anyway
Nature writes better poetry
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Poor verse about Winter!
Do you have any suggestions to improve it?