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 Winter Walk

Chicago morning, six o'clock

In January wintertime,

I bundle up and take a walk

To Great Lake Michigan where I'm

Fully sensing  the season of

The now of dark and wind and snow,

In place and time a walk I love.

Seeing the shoreline ice caps glow.

Hearing the lake waves hit the ice.

Tasting the snowflakes flurry by.

Smelling fresh, crisp air to entice.

Touched by  the stinging chill supply.

Just a brief walk to avoid harm,

Then back to home where it is warm.