Dawn of Winter

Outside I look where the snow falls,

Quietly upon the sullen sound,

Not a sound or sight disrupting the serenity,

Of a morning interrupted by a rain of white.

Oh what a sight, to see the invisible cock summon,

The eve of dusk and the dawn of light,

Where the sun hides beyond a cloud of grey,

Hovering above the onset of the day.

I grasp a warm cup in my hand,

Smiling at the pristine whiteness of the land,

Stretched throughout my vision, and see a sign,

Of the welcoming of winter, pure, divine.

That the faintest mark set in the cloud,

Casting the winter morn in a deceptive shroud,

Locked into its icy fury,

Of winter, in her deceptive beauty.

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