The winter glows within her smile,
a wanton jewel that oft beguiles
and leaves the air around her new
along the forest's verdant mile.
The wind is dressed in frosty hue,
a heady scent of pine imbued
like perfume dressed upon her skin
and all the world will breathe anew.
December's kiss will soon begin
the crush of season's dreams within -
and I will linger here awhile
amid the forest's verdant din.
For the DFC by
The poem is a Rubaiyat ( I chose an Interlocking Rubáiyát)
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