Winter’s Advance

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Winter’s Advance

Crisp moisture,
crystallised,

Underfoot,
the muffled crunch,
of echoes silent,
in the blue twilight,
overhead,

Silver lady fat and full,
observes,
her nocturnal dominion,

Crowned in constellations,
her pale light soft,
as silk reflecting,
in Nature’s,
dressing gown of diamonds,

Clean air muddied,
by plumes of clouded breath,
into cupped hands,
gloved against bitter,
sub zero’s chill,

So frigid now,
the breath of the forest,
begins to swirl like clouds,
consuming,
all in their path,

Silver lady’s light,
diminishes,
to an eerie glow,

Woodland spirits shift,
whispering,
through thickets and brush,

Dampened,
by swirling brume’s,
enveloping mantle,
the trumpet call of a stag,
courting the dawn,
and the golden lady’s,
return,

Her gleaming radiance,
to rise forth,
and sear winter’s nocturnal smog,
leaving behind,
only light haze,
and a warming morning.

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