A first snow
With a mix of rain
Twas months ago
No cause to complain
I’m not the only one
To make the sound
The crunch is fun
The crunch is fun
On a crisp/soggy ground
Footprints reveal more
Have tread the trail
There before
In an inhale exhale
Pumping out breathe
In excellent air
That contradicts death
On this night half fair
A man walked by
With a hoodie on
He cast no eye
What could he have done?
Trees are ice cycled
Creating a fantasy
Tiny drops trickled
Forming a glazed canopy
It is slightly cold
There’s power in that
As I strolled
Feeling as a small sprat
These are god elements
That keep me in line
Thoughts and continents
Are perceptions in time
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