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 tree tops
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
Than remembered conversations
Beside the roaring
hearth
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