POETRY FORMAT, 10 Jan 2022
Frozen strands of beads,
Looking like crimson pearls.
The sun is never seen.
Or gone away?
Or is the season over?
Is it the shifting tides?
Snow covered the berries.
Or was it cherries?
Cast now in white snow.
The cherry has lost its glow.
The flakes of snow, nothing seems to grow.
The winter puts on a gleaming show.
The beauty of nature can be seen in frost and snow.
This article originally appeared on Transcend Media Service (TMS) on 10 Jan 2022.
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