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Winter MagicJack Frost arrives,his thousand or so pixies,giggling and cheering.Each one carryingthe tools of their trade.Magic paint brushes,miniature fans,and fine tipped pens.Positions taken,they begin their work.Painting the thin layer of frost,on windowpanes,on cars, trees,and even blades of grass.A starting canvas.Others take clouds,fans and pens in hand,drawing the flakesfrom the fluffy easels.Gently they sendthe finished projects to earth,creating the gentle blanket of winter.Covering the earth inpristine beauty as it sleeps.Quick as they come,they vanish...leaving only their work behind.
Winter can never reach SpringSpringAlways invitingForever there to bring a stop to the coldScent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicatingAlways wanted, always wished forWinterAlways wished awayTries to hold on, tries to steal the warmthAlways whisked away by the warmth of SpringBut always thereWanting what it can't haveGrasping what can't be reachedWinterA weapon in the nightSpringA shield in the lightAlways so nearBut always destined to be apart
Winter Poem...Winter comes spreading its soft white blanket,covering everything and everywhere with sparkling snowflake diamonds,shining in contrast with the metallic gray skies above...