A skeletal army of trees now stand,
Where winter's chill is close at hand.
Human discontent has taken wings,
Wailing within the winter winds.

Carpet vivid white covers green,
Broken by a translucent stream.
Sun timidly appears and quickly retracts,
Carpet of white repels it's attack.

Nigel L. Spark
31/5/1993

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