The frost covered paths and verges in front of me,
frozen glistening webs of filigree structures in trees,
the crisp crunch of grass under foot,
the only sound in this frozen landscape morn.
The icy puddles glistening, some fractured into kaleidoscopic images,
encasing leaves and other debris underneath
suspending everything in timelessness
as we make cold steam as we breathe.
Winter gives us such such wonders as this
the beauty all around, for all to see,
in white blanketed sparkling layers
mixed with ice mirrors, reflecting light.
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