August 2, 2010
Wicked cold with its blizzard that blew you away.
Incredibly icy with the snow falling silently upon the horizon.
Not a tree is left bare, lest not it be a pine tree.
Trapping us in our warm homes, that protects us from the cold.
Eternally crystal white is the color of whatever it will cover.
Ruthless in its time, but brings a sense of tranquility.

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