Winter Creek,
Run still and deep.
Cold and bare,
Life hidden, somewhere.
Air is cold,
Land looking so old.
Never to mind,
The passing of time.
And with the snow,
and the sunrise glow.
Beauty is found
in the cold winter ground.
Winter creek,
so still and asleep.
But soon to bring
The promise of spring.

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