As somber clouds cross the sky,
dropping tinsel rain,
And icy winds at midnight howl
their sorrowful refrain;
I hover -- still -- and watch the fire's
crooked shadows dance,
And nestle down -- without a sound --
to list'n to Winter's Chant.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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