​satin soft snow,
as delicate as lace
floats like feathers
melts on the tongue
of an upturned face
ermine cloaks adorn the fir
long nights by the fire
the cold months endured
winds swirling, twirling
moonlight glows bright
amber lights shine
from curtain-drawn windows
dot the purple night
flora dormant
for the Lazarus season
deadfall beneath the ice
returning to the earth
all for good reason
awaiting the return
to life.
M. Zane McClellan
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