Winter Production

Standing tall beneath a dove-coloured sky,

spruces and birches bejewelled with frost

are poised to show the world their grace.

A cold wind blows me center stage,

chickadees and finches flex their vocals

and orchestrate an original winter song.

Snowflakes pirouette from nimbostratus

and dresses me in wintertide costume

adorning me in frozen, fragile lace

as I twirl through tiny ice crystals

kicking up the season’s glitter

and sparkle in this ethereal moment

as though I were here by design.

Renee Cronley
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