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Winter’s Gentle Call
Snow blankets the world in pure white,
mountains rise, glowing in soft light.
The air is crisp, the sky so wide,
a quiet peace I feel inside.
A narrow path winds through the snow,
leading to places I may never know.
A simple fence, worn yet strong,
guides me gently as I walk along.
Bare trees stand tall against the cold,
their branches reaching, stories untold.
The village sleeps in winter’s hold,
chimneys breathing misty gold.
I pause and listen, taking it in,
the hush of winter on my skin.
The world is still, so calm, so bright,
wrapped in silence, bathed in light.
For a moment, I let it be,
this quiet place, just snow and me.
A gentle whisper, brief yet clear,
Winter’s voice, so pure, so near.
Thank you, Christina Daniels