Sunday ever changing
\nThe truest Wintry scene
\nA great ball of light
\nIs hovering
\nIt feels like a fight
\nIt\u2019s magnificence is plying
\nWith the mist and cloud
\nBehold the forests trees laid bare
\nIn what is a darkening shroud<\/p>\n
An ever changing picture
\nFor those of us aware
\nSome have braved the thickest snow.
\nGaloshes and the rest
\nAnd took themselves to the Spa, below
\nTheir sinews for to test
\nThe odd bird ventures out
\nIt\u2019s feather puffed with air
\nCounter current heat exchange
\nIt\u2019s fat reserves though rare<\/p>\n
Endothermic blood supply
\nHigh energy food it craves
\nVenturing out in the ice and snow
\nIt\u2019s tenacity is what saves
\nIt\u2019s out today for certain
\nThe mountains overcome
\nHiding in the masks of mist
\nWhere the bleakness leaves us numb<\/p>\n
Hot cacao cayenne and lions Mane
\nCinnamon that\u2019s sweet
\nWarming up the cockels
\nPreparing for to eat
\nSome sour dough toast
\nOutside the sleet now falls
\nStair roads of ice from faraway
\nKind of over rules<\/p>\n
Snow again abundant
\nThe mountains once again
\nSwallowed up by the ucoming squall
\nAnd a darkening refrain
\nTufts of snow cling avidly
\nIn a quietening gloom
\nAnd all this drama plays out
\nFrom the safety of my room<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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