Branches fully laden, garlands of white
sun glistens through the trees at early dawn
across meadow footprints run out of sight,
my eye caught a glimpse of a baby fawn
our feet crunches through thin layer of ice,
we tread along taking brisk morning walk
winter has solitude, it’s own device
silence is master, as we dare not talk
smell of wood burning, as chimneys smoking
speed up our pace as we head for home
spotting some fallen trigs, with leaves poking
shortcut through the woods and pond, we did roam
warm fire greets and a hot cup of tea,
we snuggled together…just you and me.
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Prompt: winter's promise
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lovely image
"Branches fully laden, garlands of white
sun glistens through the trees at early dawn"
Wonderful rhyme and form you have touched all of my senses
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