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WINTER'S EVE
All through the sky, the snow
clouds gather allied.
Their gray, dull warnings go.
The first snow of the season.
A covering so white and still,
is beautiful to behold.
The evening falls with a chill.
Fireplace is lit...inviting.
Birds grasp for berries now.
As the day breaks we gaze
To see the pine boughs,
Snow so comfortably perches.
Michaela Warren 2011
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