Wintersongs

Owl-white feathers of snow, and rows of sleeping trees.
Adorned with woven strands of multi-colored light.
Evoking nostalgic joys.

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Cradled in sacred winter-light,
fir trees clothed in funeral robes.

A silent realm of livid-pearl snow,
where ghosts no longer, need, to hide.

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Time slows to a dreary pace,
and the long-shadows closing fall
in prayers of holy devotion
to the pale winter sun.

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Winter-dark enshrouds these
provinces of endless white,
black frosted trees scribe
their weary ruminations,
across an icy lake.

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Winter-moon nights
bestrewn with garlands
of alabaster twilight
scumbling & semicircle
across leafless
gleaming bones of birch

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Winter-mute reflections ~
weald of stalk, branch, shadow ~
pitch runes on frozen water ~
cold-weary premonitions.