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It settles in,

Sinking into drifted valleys of snow,

Deepening with the approach of the

Rising sun.

The stillness is imposing,

The face of the sky shuttered,

Waiting.

This is a season of hiding,

A prelude to cacophony and

Rebirth.

Impatience has no momentum,

Lost with falling leaves

And buried in snow.

Categories: Poetry