Every breath turns to a puffy cloud
footsteps crunch their way to grab
shovels and scrape out driveways;
engines hum
as they thaw out cars.
A new landscape greets this sunrise.
Shards of ice crystals decorate every roof
smoke rises from chimney tops;
the smell of burning wood and freshly
brewed coffee hangs in the air.
In this bright winter dawn
every simple tree and lawn
glitters in sparkling white beauty;
beckons to any still snuggled
beneath their warm blankets
to awaken to a whole new world.
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