Frosted window panes prevent me from looking out,
Into the white collaboration of snow and trees
Excitement motivates me to travel out,
Onto the icy ground
The horizon is veiled from existence
By the relation of snow and clouds
My breath appears warm and crisp
The world gives a sigh of calmness
Sheer calmness
Winter is a time
For relaxation and joy
A time of warm memory
That antonyms the frigid air
A time for wandering and pondering
Of what the spring will bring
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This poem is amazing!