Oh, the love of
Winter's crisp air,
Snow, and icicles.
Her beauty inspires.
Her game is
Compelling
To the hunter.
Her conditions
Are challenging.
And, of course,
There is always an
Air of uncertainty
And the prevailing
Sense of urgency
To tread winter
With caution.
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