The soft white brush of snow against fir
His branches stretching, unyielding, pointing to the sky and ground
His coat a painted powder
Shaking off his limbs as he awakes
From a deep sleep, from the deepest of dreams
in the company of the frosted night sky
glimmering a shade of deep blue
And reflected so perfectly in the pristine gaze of the chilled waters
So cool and so calm capturing the stillness of the night
not a hush nor a flake could disturb this peace.
And he's welcomed by his friend
a hospitable warmth inviting him to relax
melt his coat and sit for a day by the lake.
the sun calls him by name, and he is awake
a new season begins
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