When you look

Past it all

In the novel depths of winter 

See the snow

See the rain

See the things that no one


See the colors through the white

See the snow, see the flight

Of the birds past the trees

Feel the colors, see the breeze. 

And your senses alight

Feel the fire, taste the light. 

Hear the snow, feel it fall

From a sky that says it all. 

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