A glossy shine transformed the street
where none would dare to tread
and clung to branches near the creek
as crows cawed overhead.
How brisk the air did feel this day
as whispers marked each breeze
with breath reflecting life’s own warmth
in captivated freeze.
A puppy found what sleet and ice
had claimed as theirs alone.
With careless glee, he ran and slid
despite his owner’s tone.
Sheer circumstance of weather’s force
did halt life’s normal pace
and lent a crystal wonderland
to cover winter’s face.
Since traffic dared not venture out,
a quiet filled the air
disclosing what is rarely seen
beyond the workday blare.
A special brand of gratitude
encompasses the soul
of one who’s forced to take a break
from being in control.
Some humans think they’re masterful,
but Mother Nature’s wise.
She need not brag of mighty deeds;
they humble human eyes.
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Submission Name: Reflections on an Icy Day
Your poems always have such rhyme and rhythm, but get a message across so clear and well 
