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Below the frozen moon, fully round,
Snowflakes softly drift to the ground,
A silent shroud draped over the countryside;
A ghostly white, frosty blanket balanced
On the dark green needles of the evergreen branches.
The usual chattering of geese has quieted
As they lie with brown beaks tucked beneath a wing.
The frozen glaze of ice on the pond is softened
by the swirling, sparkling crystals of snow.
The goddess, Demeter, smiles upon her world,
content to leave it in frozen perfection until
the return of her loving daughter Persephone in the spring.