The woods were silent,
As if they were waiting,
For something to happen,
But not knowing
Where,
When or,
How?
A thick patch of snow
Hung low with the pines,
As the woods waited,
For that moment to occur!
The earth rustled its blankets
Of green and white,
When a slight crispy breeze
Made its way through
Once upon a winter night!
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