The wind is blowing wildly
And a chill is in the air.
A quilt of snow is everywhere
Covering the earth as gently as a mother covers her child.
White is the color seen from my window
Except for tiny specks of black peeking at me.
I hear a small chirp as the birds anxiously wait
For me to sprinkle seeds atop the snow.
As I enter the door into my house
I hear a sweet song of thanks.
A smile comes across my face
And a warm feeling enriches my heart and soul.
The small gift is appreciated by both the bird and myself.
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