#8567 Postby HockeyTx82 » Tue Feb 18, 2025 7:58 am
The Day of the Arctic Front
In the gentle hush of dawn's first light,
A cold breath whispers through the trees,
Winter's last grasp, a delicate plight,
Before Wxman57's warm decree.
Today, the arctic front descends,
A crystal symphony, nature's art,
As frost-kissed moments subtly blend,
With memories that tug at the heart.
The frost adorns each blade of grass,
A fleeting crown for nature's queen,
In Winter's court, where shadows pass,
And dreams of snow remain unseen.
We feel the chill, the snowflakes dance,
In winter's final fleeting chance,
To write our memoirs, mark our stance,
Against the coming sun's advance.
For soon the clutches of summer's heat,
Will melt this icy firmament,
And Winter's reign will find defeat,
In seasons' endless testament.
The barren trees, like sentinels,
Stand witness to this fleeting phase,
As snowflakes fall, like silent bells,
In winter's twilight, nature's praise.
But we will not go down easy, dear,
For though we may succumb to warmth,
Today we savor what is clear,
Mother Nature's gift, this winter's charm.
The frozen ponds, the silent streams,
Reflect the sky's cerulean hue,
A canvas for our fondest dreams,
Of winters past and summers new.
So let us revel, write, and pen,
These frozen hours, where time suspends,
For in our words, Winter lives again,
As Wxman57's warmth ascends.
Let memories of frost and cold,
Be etched in pages, stories told,
Of arctic fronts and wintry bold,
That linger as the seasons unfold.
For in the heart of every soul,
Lies a tale of seasons' toll,
Of winter's kiss and summer's goal,
A timeless dance, a story whole.
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