It's cold outside,
Ice and snow,
Picturesque sky,
With nowhere to go.
Down by the creek,
Frozen and chilled,
Animal tracks,
Perfectly skilled.
Layered in white,
Branches bend at their will,
Screams of birds,
Wide eyed and still.
No sign of life,
Standing in one moment,
I hold it tight,
And silently own it.
Peeking for green,
None to be found,
Only a blank sheet,
Spotted with brown.
Fire can melt ice,
Like the fire in your eyes,
But fire only burns with desire,
And extinguishes with good-bye.
Surrounded by wood,
A foot of snow,
The fire is dust,
Covered below.
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