Bleached white and muted grey wood line,

covered with spots of unthawed snow.

 

Patches of green grass left from summer.

The smokey grey morning clouds hang heavy.

 

As the morning light breaks into shadows cast.

Winter has taken hold into arctic temperatures.

 

Still nature stays attentive to coming storms.

Sitting at my desk I am taken aback as one brave

 

bird dares to break the silence and sing of spring.

 

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