Wind passes over the pond, the marsh grass and cattails bend with the north wind, The pond glistens with freshly fallen snow , with only a few open places where you can see open water, all the rest is like a crusted cover,that sparkles with a tint of blue, In the distance you can see the fir trees sway, and get a whiff of a hemlock scent, Being her my Joy is already greater than the spring.
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