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.
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- Winter Production - 21st December 2022