December 10, 2011
The darkness falls quickly
As Winter heaves a sigh
Covering all in a layer of white
And snowflakes drift like falling leaves, gently from the sky.

My breath comes in clouds
The sharp air bites at my face
My footsteps are silent in the feathery snow
The signs of my presence - soon to be erased.

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