Winter Spell

In the lull of the magical powder, I thought I would supply you with a poem to set the mood for the coming season!

Frigid frost frames the window's edge 

Light flakes gently lay themselves

Atop one another, building

Towards their beauty

Wind slices the trees stripped

Of their leaves, crusted with ice

Their swaying branches

Finger the dark-gray sky

A blanket of pure white 

Carries itself on the wind,

Swirling against itself as a

Warm, velvety beverage seeps

Down my throat and heats my body

Within my solitude

The glowing dance of the fire's flames

Drapes its warmth across my shivering

Shoulders, protecting me from the 

Chilled air it has yet to conquer

Content of the night washes over me

Until I'm drowned in its peace

The snow glimmers even in the night

It pulls the sweet weight of sleep

Upon my eyelids

Carrying me further and further away

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It's coming, we all know it... EMBRACE IT!