Frost
Winter mornings wake
to the sound of glinting frost,
a crackle of white.
A crackle of white,
Winter's symphonic poem,
a season composed.
A season composed,
notes a frozen harmony
prefiguring Spring.
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Frost
Winter mornings wake
to the sound of glinting frost,
a crackle of white.
A crackle of white,
Winter's symphonic poem,
a season composed.
A season composed,
notes a frozen harmony
prefiguring Spring.
That’s lovely 😊
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Thank you…
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I love the idea of the sounds being a part of a harmony
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Thank you.
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