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Spirit Of Winter
T'was a pleasant winter morning
belle walked home from the village square
after days of snowing and blizzards
streaks of daylight had broken through the clouds
as she walked, unknown to her two eyes were watching her.
she watched the trees, bushes and glass panes all covered in frost
the ponds and rivers were all frozen
fathoms below the ice
aquatic life had survived
waiting perhaps for a fresh whiff of air
a surge of life that they deserved
as belle walked through the freshly shovelled path
her heart was filled with anxious expectation