i.
Peering from my window
through a thin veil of frost,
I watch the snow falling and
it would seem that an unseen force
has resolved to obscure my vision
as if it were saying,
“There’s nothing out there but darkness
and frightful frigid discomfort
that is best left to creatures
who are suited for such environs.”
ii.
Hastily, I wipe the frosted pane
for a glimpse of something rare,
when the Earth, seemingly bickers
with the Sun, demanding a moment more
of its radiant solar comfort, only to be
abruptly silenced by, 'Old Man Winter,'
who masterfully placates this
sibling wrangle
and with authority unquestioned,
darkness falls with
Winter’s command.
Honorable mention
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