**Snowflakes whirl around me **
**A single pane of glass separates me from the cold**
**The flakes fight for survival when they hit the wet ground**
**Soon enough they gather around me**
**They cling to one another to create one mass**
**Protecting me from the gusts of wind whipping off the trees**
**They won't last long...**
**The wind starts to deteriorate my fortress**
**They whisper goodbye**
**For they will be back next year**
**To protect me once again**
**From the crisp winter wind**
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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