Snow lightly falls. The wind is calm.
The river has a thin layer of ice along the banks.
The water is still except for the light snow falling like delicate rain drops causing ripples to appear.
It is quiet. Less than an inch covers the ground.
Wind picks up and rattles what remains of the leaves of the trees above.
I can feel winter and fall combine together,
as snow and leaves crunch under my boots as I walk across the yard.
The sting of the cold can be felt on my bare hands.
The backyard savannah smells sweetly of chamomile tea,
as the snow slowly accumulates on the dried flowers of summer's past.
Snowfall and sunset come together.
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