The city's trees are shriveled, bleak, and bare.
The matted clouds are gray with threatened snow.
The people scurry home in bristling cold
with finger-tips and toes like beaded ice.
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I loved the descriptions used to paint a picture of the ice & cold of winter in this lovely poem of yours. Well done. Spiritsong