Glory of the dawning
Passion in the pines
Gentle greys of sunrise
Spreading out in lines
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Ice-tipped branches glowing
Midnight’s gloom is lost
Steaming breath of winter
Rising from the frost
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Birthing of a newborn sun
Whitewashing the sky
Chickadees with cheerful calls
Spread their wings to fly
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Of Royalty

Ascending sun glints on the hoarfrost.
Diamond tiaras crowning bushes
That yesterday like naked paupers
Shivered across the winter desert.
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Steaming breath of winter
Rises from limping ragged fences
Now precisely edged with frozen dew
Like old guards with finest fur collars.
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For my 500th post - two poems I wrote a couple of winters ago, and still like.