Cold winter

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Snow pellets fell,

one by one,

But still

All at a time;

The frost bites stung,

The storm blew away

Any reminiscence

Of old, fallen leaves;

For, it was white everywhere,

Ice everywhere – 

Where it rained 

Of beautiful snowflakes

Within the walls

Of that place I call

My heart.

A midwinter night’s dream

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It was a dreamlike night:

Tranquil moon casting a spell

Amidst silver-lined clouds,

Cluttered with glassy flakes of snow.

From the snow, came alive

The fairy of July.

Dancing, prancing, she livened the air,

Crushing wood to a silvery haze.

Enveloped in an icy gown,

Frosty hairpins keeping the hair down,

Like Cinderella of modern day,

Was the little icicle-nosed fay.

Her tiny finger swished,

And around swirled the mist.

Tinges of purple, white and blue

Made up the naughty midnight hue.

The silvery fog wound its way

Along castle turrets and highways;alps-21844_640

Over the frost-covered serpentine path,

As glossy ice stilettos glided forward.

With the blink of a delicate lash,

She whipped the snow out of sight.

Dusting her tiny hands like a fairytale bride,

Boisterously, she was off into the night.