Peace, Love and Patchouli

Through winters bite
The bars hang
Trapping the spirit
That longs for
Seasons of sun.
Ice drips
Frozen moment of time
Glistening with waves
Layers of days.
Translucent decoration
The house hangs her own
By natures hand
Festive pillars
Of winters breath.

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