Pale Winter

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Just a-other luminous cloud.
Amidst those floating proud.
Caught over-top its throttle.
White strobes pierce down.
A tree’s base streams across.

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Winter evergreen bare naked.
Black limbs – breath o’ white.
Black crow’s perch, calk, flow.
Rolls of snow follow the road.
Pale December true in pastel.

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Noon tea pours from the spout.
Year’s last gasp left to capture.
Christmas festivities will begin.
We shall acknowledge our Lord.
He extends, to us all, eternal life.

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