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braces the world

for the roaring winter

when the winds howl

their cold songs to

the slumbering earth

beneath a crystal blanket

the night sky glitters

sharply in the frozen

breath of winter

while the trees shudder

with the weight of

her ice cold fingers

on their limbs

winter tumbles over the world

sometimes silent like

a shadow on the ground

sometimes wailing like

a desperate mother

she rules her domain of white

with a wild, fearless hand