Just beyond
the poinsettia,
outside the
window pane,
a winter scene's
unfolding.
The snow
has come again.
Fluffy little
flakes of snow,
fluttering
through the air,
like softest
goose down feathers;
the limbs,
no longer bare.
Inside I'm warm
and cozy.
It's time to
steep some tea.
I have a show
outside my window
winter's making
just for me.
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