As the winter makes a touchdown,
raving along the paths, the brushes, the rivulets,
it arouses rigid trees to a dancing sway,
which quickens musing air to breezy fare.
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A wonderful creation: " Sending us to bed while the day is still young " so lovely metaphors revealing sensual joy.
Coldness! ! ! ! ! Muse of winter! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.