New moon spinning wildly
crusted snow lay on the ground
Silver plated bluffs that shine
with velvet pine for crowns
The river sings a waking
lullaby across the land
Frozen spears of water falling
crashing quite unplanned
Mountain towers casting shadows
greenish blue and gray
Hardwoods furred with purple buds
stand ready on display
Beech and maple finally shed
their copper leaves remaining
New buds pushing soon to open
nothing left restraining
O dear February every
year we aim to row
your bracing waters
bank to bank
the roiling river flows ~
Lions Mane 
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