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Winter (A Sonnet)The white winter wind came swirling about,Winter (A Sonnet)2 years ago in Scraps
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Dragging then hence with it life-stealing cold
And disdain in those whom might its charm flout,
Scorning the virtue and wisdom it holds.
For it brings to them a certain despair,
Its pale, blanched lands drained of life that once was;
Trees naked and sickly, long branches bare,
Symbolic of death, winter's outstretched claws.
But it whispers to me another tale,
Not of death but of restarting, rebirth.
I'd paint new pictures on the blank canvas pale;
Snow buries my ruins and gives me new worth.
The magic that permeates sparkling snow
Requires wise, perceptive eyes to know.