Icy
Paintings
By R.e.
Taylor
Only one
time of year
When the
sun sets earlier
And rises
later
The winds
from the north
Blow in
the darkness
Touching
cooling windows
Creating
art as it does
Brush
strokes with pure perfection
With
untold beauty and intensity
Paintings
no mortal artist could ever create
Minutes,
hours, days or weeks
They will
fade away and die
And they
will not be remembered
But they
will be missed when Spring comes
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