I walk alone on a misty winter morn
Through fields of brilliant white, which they now beautifully adorn
Clumps of frozen grass scrunching stiffly underfoot
This crisp winter chill, ever so sharply does it cut
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Lovely poem packed with good visual imagery that I can relate to. Top marks.
Thank you so much for your very kind comment David, I really appreciate it, cheers my friend.