An Ode: to Winter
Wind whispered through golden threads
spun counterclockwise from her ears
Pressed against the bark of a tree
she held her cigarette precariously,
singing to all those before her,
allowing wisps of winter weather,
fall upon her perspiring cheek.
Somber saplings hovered
over thoughtless wonders,
encompassed in human imagination
As warmth gathered at the tip of her nose,
the apples of her cheeks,
and the core of her cerebral.
Reflections of a previous lover
was drowned out by the beauty
of each particular spire of snowflakes
While somber tones of whistling gales
silver, blue, and white gathered before her
Ash fell from her smoke,
and she let her body fall into the immaculate
blanket of nature's essence.
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