Oh Winter, Sir Winter, my eyes wide with awe
at your cherub like showcase of which you were born.
You bring wisp, and whistle over treetops and trail
as you blow the first snow flakes thru' branches in flail
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Nice ice poem great imagery. You nailed it. I feel the poetic warmth already
Oh Winter, Sir Winter, with your ice ponds of glace.....it's a joyful poem; beautifully penned; enjoyable