Using this lovely, GIF. I was inspired to write an entry.
Not long after the cozy boots on sled dog feet race across,
and the SHUSH,
RUMBLE under sled runners wake the tired musher—
the icy river begins to stretch.
Over the winter road, many tracks crisscross—
And beyond then,
Bear, cozy in dreaming, begins to rouse.
Birds, varied in colors dart and dash with delight through the crisp air, noting the change.
All along the forest edge speckled green hats pop through the snow and bow to winter before greeting the sun.
The ice, timing itself for a grand farewell holds onto the still river until one morning…
the air feels
warm, light, and fresh.
Under a clear blue-sky thunder
shaking the air and each snow-covered tree into a brand-new season.
White melts into brown,
frozen softens into ripples,
currents roll into waves,
that dance out to sea.
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