Exceptional Winter is beautiful, but it can be very harsh. Old Man Winter by Mastery Poem of the Month contest entry Artwork by helvi2 at FanArtReview.com

He batters targets with fists of wind yet nurtures plateaus of pure white blankets, and sculpts waves of sparkling purity. His breath whips through barren branches, enticing their dancing to and fro limbs swing in carefree concertos their frigid serenades echo within blustery winds When the old man cries tears gather and glisten on trims like dangling crystal daggers downward icy fingers without aim Old Man Winter's often brutal, frigid conceptions are not his alone . . . Mother Nature is always near by. coaxing the splendor of spring. Recognized Author Notes Personally, I love spring Thank you, my friend Helvi for the artwork. (Come back here to this side sometime soon, :) Bob

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