The fallen snow
Has silenced the wooods
On this Christmas eve.
Tree limbs lined with white
As if from a painters brush
Sway with the wind.
Each new step
Crunches the snow
Begging for stillness.
Two redbirds frolic
In a wintered tree
Not concerned with weather.
Their crimson feathers
Resemble the shades
Of the holiday season,
While their happiness
Brings a warmth
To the heart.
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