Winter

A cracked lip
Raw and dry skin
Trees bared to it’s touch
A blast of arctic air
Leaves a slap on the face
Below the freezing point
Trapped in it’s cold hold
The sun goes away
And the ice hits the floor
It’s breath covers all in snow.

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