He is Winter’s first morning –
Crisp, a fresh air of coolness
Ray of slight smile he wears
Careful steps in virgin snow
Contemplation quietly there.
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Winter’s First Morning
Prayer II
Be as fire to your winter
The breeze in parched heat
A shower in your droughts
The calm in stormy seas.
Winter Morning
This short prose for Christmas appeared as soon as the imagery for the seasons’ personas did.
Coppered leaves danced
Coyly, she smiled
Barely touching as they passed.
His dark eyes flickered
On her red-gold hair
In a moment, a glance
Autumn is gone,
For Winter has come.
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