Winter
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Children stand on a street corner covered in snow
at the intersection of Autumn and Early Winter.
Like smoking dragons,
they breathe out clouds of white.
Steam rises from their lips.
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Pale cheeks flush red with cold,
pink roses in a sea of ice.
Laughter cracks out amidst the frost,
shattering the frozen silence.
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Waiting for the snow to fall, the children watch,
hoping to catch a glimpse
of that first delicate flake.
As if responding to their wishes,
the sky opens,
releasing a torrent of white.
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Gently, silently, softly,
pure pearls of frozen water
wing their way down,
finally settling upon crimson slashes in the snow;
the children's waiting tongues.
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As if wanting to join in the fun,
a playful wind blows past;
stirring the flakes into a frenzy,
and sending them dancing
in an intricate ballet
against the grey backdrop
of a cloudy sky.
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Watching in wonder,
the children gaze up,
eyes fixed on the falling snow.
Smilingly, one child giggles
as the flakes settle
on their nose and eyelashes.
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All too soon however,
the snowflakes melt against hot skin,
and the light changes from red to green.
Storming down the crosswalk,
the children march across the intersection.
From the street corner Autumn, they walk
to Winter.
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