Winds brisk and frigid sweep across the prairie and through the quiet pine needled forest.
Icicles, like long, slender fingers stretch downward; determined to reach and touch.
Nighttime snowflakes swirl and flutter, softly blanketing the frozen land.
Trees, stripped bare of their colorful leaves, sway yet still rigidly stand.
Even so, the coldest and blusteriest day might reveal bright and wondrous hope;
Reaching and arching high in a blistery sea blue sky can be a brilliantly glowing winter rainbow.
Wintry days, frigid
And brisk reveal bright hope with
A winter rainbow.
Becky G? Oh, That's Me! 
Love this! Says so much for me as I sit and wait for summer.
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Becky, I always enjoy reading your poetry. And stories so much. It always takes my mind back to all the great pine trees up north. Keep writing your cousin Becky
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Thank you, cousin Becky! I enjoy writing so yes, I do hope to keep it up.
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