Winter Blues

Barren white landscape

walking in drifts of snow

beneath my feet is ice

wind whipped hair

chapped natural crimson lips

cracked hands covered by cotton gloves

winter’s envelope touches the sky

empty branches nothing grows

in the ice cold snow

except Winter Blues.

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