The day dawned
bereft of colour
devoid of definition
lost from view
The mist wreathed
veiled in grey
leaching colour
from the trees
Rime dusted
on the bushes
roofs and
roadways
The sun gently sweept
the mists away
returning colour
to the trees
Only the cold
remained
sunk down
in the valley
Where the river
flows northwest
to the sea
so far away
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