A morning of coldness
but a skye so bright.
Pastels and fyre
warming the winter's nite.
The light seems to pour
from the clouds lying so low.
Seeking to warm and brighten
a landscape of ice and snow.
A field of winter lying
with it's cover cold and white.
Waiting for springtime
and the coming of life.
Then a final burst of glory
with the mountains all aglow.
The dawning of another day passes
As quickly as our lives do go.
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