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22. Snow

I wrote this for the school newspaper, and it might sound really pro but that's only because I worked on it for like... 3 hours!

December 8, 2008- Olga Taratuta

Snowflakes are peppering the muddy, ripe land
The frostbitten air is crisp yet so bland

Sharp winds scrape your delicate skin
Treading on ice, so risky, so thin

Leafless trees remain bare and exposed
Envious of evergreens, hued and well-posed

Roofs are blanketed in clouds of white puff
Contrast the pavement, polar and rough

Gazing at the infinite, humble wintry sky
The mildest tint of arctic blue, so splendid and sublime

Sunlight is peeking from in between the snowy haze
Seldom stages of warmth create a tranquil blaze

Frosty air streams out your numbed lips
Ice melts on your fingers and dreamily drips

Cool shivers slither down your spine
Your eyes soften the coldness, make everything fine

Pine trees hum and dance to the breeze
Glistening puddles wither and freeze

The snow twinkles like diamonds in the sun
We embrace December, for it has begun

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