White frost covering all around
On an ice cold day, I see my breath,
Cars covered white in a sheet
The ground feels slippery under my feet,
Life seems suspended as few venture out
Cobwebs are easy to view on trees in full sight,
Puddles frozen and have a reflective sheen,
There’s something comforting about this scene
And it takes me back to how things used to be,
For where I live now this is not often seen.
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