Snows of Wisconsin

Winter’s tempest

Wall of white

Blindness embraces

Spirits unsettled.

Daybreak glistens

Midst alabaster dunes

Heavy laden, unyielding

Trees now refined crystal.

Calm lingers

A purity of silence

Overwhelms the spirit

There is warmth in the cold.

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