winter palette
Winter leans in
with a painter’s restraint,
lifting soft blues
from the frost’s first breath,
letting tree‑shadows sketch
silver across the ground.
Branches rise like quiet script,
each stroke a reminder
that pared‑back beauty
asks only to be seen.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-12-14 at 07:52
Tags Winter Suite
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