Weather-worn fence posts, a blanket of white
Envelopes the fields in the darkness of night.
A lone sparrow thought a feather coat would suffice,
Bravely suffers the small, sharp shards of ice.
 A miniature creature of life,
Even amidst hailstones and strife,
Remembers the dawn, only hours away
And the warmth of the sun that comes with each new day.
– Anna Tielmann
(Written for Creative Writing)
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