The land upon the hill is white;

The land around me is frozen to the earth.

The green no longer visible,

For the whiteness hides the soft green blades.

…

Around me, ice crystals fall, fall;

Each small flake is a wonder of its own.

Each small flake is the key to a new world,

A world whiter than the heavens above.

…

The air is frozen, along with the land,

In the air, I sense more precipitation

That has yet to fall.

And so, hours to come before

The dark, quiet clouds to complete their rounds.

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The Yuletide approaches,

The days darker,

The hours shorter.

And so, with the earth,

Its inhabitants fall into a deep slumber,

Awaiting the breaking rays of the vernal season

To melt away this frozen wonderland.