Winter Dawn

By Dianna Hardy

Inhale.
Bitter-sweet air inspired
by the majestic scent of evergreens.

Snow.
An infinite royal carpet
for winter's kings and queens.

Crisp.
A few last brown leaves
crumble at my fingertips.

Flakes.
Frozen, falling diamonds
kiss my eyes, my cheeks, my lips.

Red.
Fiery flames of rising sun
streak the blanket huey pink.

Beautiful.
Abstract wonders fill my mind
like intoxicating drink.

Cold.
Evaporating breaths of mist
enfold me like a web.

Still.
Calm, quiet, silent, ceased;
arrest time's painful ebb.

Life.
A hasty scurry of movement
in the deceiving, lifeless scene.

Bloom.
Visions of creation
in a picture so serene.

Winter.
Earth takes its well-earned rest;
a time to heal and mend.

Dawn.
The essence between the new and old,
the beginning and the end.


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