A pale dawn arises,
Snow falls,
Sullen shadows cascade across the land,
Images cold against glittering drifts,
A terrain flash-frozen,
No layers of warmth will cushion heartaches pain,
In winter,
When the wind bites,
Nostalgia quietly visits.
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The Trefoil Muse 
I had to put on my longjohns to read this poem.
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Great reaction! It’s been very cold here! 😆 🤣 😂
I hope your coffee is staying hot!
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Coffee is poison. But I think I’d rather drink a cup of it, than go outside in that kind of weather.
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The cold wind definitely has a nasty bite! I wear ski pants! Lol
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Having once lived in upstate New York, I remember that nasty bite. It’s a rather frosty one.
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Wow! Did I hear that! Seee, coffee isn’t soo bad, is it! 😛
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No. I guess it beats getting frostbitten and losing all my fingers and toes.
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LOL! Like I said, its not that bad. 🙂
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Sure. I suppose it beats falling into the crevasse of a giant glacier, then freezing to death and my body crushed to powder by tons of flowing ice.
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😶🤚!!
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LOL!! His coffee? 😄😄
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well said.
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Thanks Andrew! 😊
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