Every winter is an etched memory,
Engraved in brittle frost and heavy cloud.
Every winter is a warm cuddle,
That you seek in longing and love.
Every winter is a living sculptor,
That comes to life in a kids snowman.
Every winter becomes a giver,
That melts to our seek in flowing rivers.
Every winter is a spring in disguise,
That flowers under crusts of white.

~S~

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