Winter’s hand
Wraps me in its cold cold grip
Barren are the trees
They call me
In quiet whispers
Green sleeps
In hibernating animation
Resolute
Waiting
For the explosion
Foreboding
And welcoming
Simultaneously
This moment
Of complete stillness
Winter’s Hand
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
That photo!!!!!!!!!!
Amazing! Breathtaking! Brilliantly artistic or is it artistically brilliant?!
I’d say both!
The poem! Is the most marvellous companion….As usual!
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Kat! Thank you so much for those kind words. I hope you are staying warm.
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