The snow has settled on us
Like a shroud.
Each day growing deeper
Silence
fills the emptiness of the landscape
But
for the ghostly sound of the wind
High
in the treetops
The
meadows and fields have vanished
The
river flows mute beneath the ice
The
next valley is unreachable
The
mountains as unattainable as the Moon
But
soon spring will release the land
From
its icy captor
And
the winter we be no more
Then
remembered conversations
Beside
the roaring hearth
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