The Silence of Snow

A poetic musing

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I don’t know snow —
not the sticky-coated white chill
that hangs onto the morning
before melting away
doing it quietly
with only a few drips
of indigestion
of breathing in
and breathing out.

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I don’t know snow —
it’s silence
a white shroud
over the front lawn
masking the clamor
of life and play
and domesticity
for brief moments of
quiet wonder.

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I don’t know snow —
its delicate crystals
wrestling the landscape
into quiet solitude
where birds
and mammals
accept the stillness of
Nature’s embrace.