white flakes of snow curl and swirl
in sheets unfurling like lace petticoats
the kind that girls used to wear when
the weather was not unmade by man
the wind-whistling sound as it blows all
around sends shivers through trees
and through me birds quiver in shelter
no twitter from them or from me
today just retreat into home to a place
that is warm or a little less cold anyway
days of cold days like these they give
pause they just freeze any thoughts that
may pass through my mind the hiatus
will pass soon the grass will be seen
spring green and bursting with life
and the sun will shine on like it always
has done and the world will be born
once again
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