Red bird sings in winter
When frost is in the air
Snow flakes dance and tumble
They land without a care
Sunlight brings a glitter
On the blankets made of snow
The ice upon the branches
Has them bowing low
There’s a beauty in the winter
Even when it’s cold
There’s a beauty in this life
As I am growing old
(c) Russell A. Rice
(c) Russell A. Rice
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