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Cedars with a blanket of snow

Posted to Poetry

The Sun creeps below the tree line
The distant glow of a cabin window, a
Chalk like line of smoke from its chimney
The snow falls like a ghost
The wolves howl eagerly
The sun has disappeared
And the moon shines like a guiding light
The cold wind wraps its arm around
Everything it meets
The moonlight
Turns the white snow blue