I see winter wrapping the wrapper of
mist, cold, chill, frost and fog
moving away
under colder nights of gloom.
A lady wrapped under
a thick woolen blanket
going somewhere,
marking the frost and chill of the air.
The harsh and chilly wind blowing it hard,
the bones chilling,
the cold waves raking up,
but the lady of the winter in the gait of hers.
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