The Fourth Season Poem by H.M. Gautsch
The Fourth Season
Hypnotized by the sunrise,
Drinking luke warm coffee.
Snow is surely limited.
The brisk air transforms lakes and rivers.
Water becomes a blanket of ice,
To hide the natural life that hides beneath.
The beauty of the habitat remains the same,
Even if our visions can't verify.
Welcome to the Winter bliss
Of battling the shivers.
Tis the fourth season,
We encounter on a yearly.
©H.M. Gautsch
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