Winter holds my world
Tight in her snowy fist.
She laughs at me through
Icicle teeth and frostbitten lips.
Now and again her grip
Loosens for just a moment
When skies go blue.
The sun wobbles out
Yellow and punkin orange.
A hint of green peeks through
Grasses alive and eternal green.
She is angered and hurt
Her tears fall to the ground
As wet and sodden snowflakes.
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