Silent and snow-dusted,
Slumbering on their feet like sheep
White in the moon,
Huddled together to sleep.
Too innocent to fear the harvest,
Too old to anticipate delight,
They stand shoulder to shoulder-
Invincible tonight.
And their entire world is ever green,
But for the falling snow.
I concede to the chill to see
The wonder and mystery bestowed
No child outgrows.
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