A chill runs down my spine
Blue and white combine
The ice is crystal fine
In a melting line
Hanging from a pine
I take it as a sign
Of winter’s near decline
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A chill runs down my spine
Blue and white combine
The ice is crystal fine
In a melting line
Hanging from a pine
I take it as a sign
Of winter’s near decline
I suspec there are a number of people looking for similar sighs…enjoyed your poem.