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Winter's here and #Rivers #Freeze
As I #Walk, I see the #Trees,

Wherein the #Pretty #Squirrels #Sleep,
All standing in the snow so deep,

& Every #Twig, however #Small,
Is #Blossomed #White and #Beautiful.

Then #Welcome, #Winter, with thy #Power
To make this tree a big white #Flower ;

To make this #Tree a #Lovely sight,
With #Fifty #Brown arms draped in white,

While #Thousands of small #Fingers show
In #Soft white #Gloves of purest #Snow.

- WH Davies, #Welsh #Poet and #Writer