Slow rising sun above the shrubberies
paints starless sky a pinkish lavender
while white-barked birches stand in twos and threes,
their shadows on the snow a stippled blur.
A winter storm that lingered through the night
has blanketed the hills and shallow swales,
disguised the fallow fields, hid creek from sight,
yet grasses peek-a-boo with glist'ning veils.
Though beautiful, it's cold! Lung-freezing cold!
Where have the wildlife fled? A stillness reigns.
No tracks on snow-clad croplands to behold.
With sharp winds absent, only PEACE remains.
Deceptive is this wintry country scene
which is alluring, soundless and pristine.
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