Winter Time

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The breeze, the blast

The wind, the cracks

The twigs, the ice

The freeze is nice.

An open road,

A heavy branch

Weighed down with snow

Across the ranch.

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The icicles are intricate

Like lacy thoughts, they’re intimate

The glistening warms this heart of mine,

I dream often of winter time.

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