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SHIVER MY DECEMBERS

Periodic breathing became essential that morning
each inhalation fraught with the cutting cold exposure
The trees became rimmed, stagnated frozen in time
with the seasonal fall, defenceless without their foliage
Yet looking at these trees which held an achromatic attraction
sorrow did turn to joy with hope for their temporary status
The snow, this crystal carpet fitted to perfection
I made a premier that day with my ambulation upon the new
Seems I am not alone with an inquisitive deer stalking me
making a change the stalked become the stalker
Maybe he wants to walk on my carpet too, why not
for days like this should be shared.

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