ICY MORN
How sharp the air
Like crystal blades
As frosty covers
Along the glades
Stark trees stand tall
Against freezing air
Fools step out
Or those who dare
The decks are glistening
Like spangled dew
Icicles hang
Amidst overcast hue
The sun peeps out
Behind shimmering cloud
Staring at fields
Recently ploughed
A pond is frozen over
The water is held still
Ducks search to swim
And peck with their bill
Muffled against the cold
Mother Earth's wintry mixture
A translucent scene
And an undeniably wonderful picture
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