The arrival of the cold months
Like an old dragon breathing
Puffs of white last saloon smoke
Like a cars exhaust in the morning
The sound of the engines choke
You breathe winters air!
Like two twigs rubbing on wet bark
Not creating a single spark
Like trying to open a plastic bag
Or peeling a stubborn tag
You rub your frozen hands
The tent peg in sodden earth
Marsh land at its perverse
Fingers pressed into something hollow
A longing for todays tomorrow
Your feet sink into the snow
The first rays of sunshine
The scent of pine
The pale blue horizon
Warm hearted yet frozen
Winter has arrived
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