I look outside,
Into the crisp freezing air,
Seeing tall fields of grass,
touched by the maiden of Winter's hand.
I see her work everywhere,
As little snowflakes drift to the ground,
And make a blanket of white across the hills.
Nothing goes untouched by the Maiden,
Even me,
As I get a shiver or cold happiness,
When I see everything frozen in ice,
Frozen in time,
Waiting for spring to give birth to everything new and beautiful.
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