A Winter’s Night

The frigid night,

A stark, frosted sight.

With a full-moonrise,

The silvery light

Shines down

To the world below.

A blanket of snow

Covering the ground.

There’s not a sound,

But the wind

Gently whistling.

The flakes

Softly misting

Through the indigo skies.

Winter is alive.

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_{Written for the Word of the Day Challenge 8/12/2020 – ‘Blanket‘}