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Sunday, November 29, 2009

winter poem

Crisp snow crackles under foot
A lazy wind drifts through the charcoal sky
No birds chirping only scilence
Icicles hang like spears from the limbs of trees
Only the purist of the snow blankets the world in white
And from the window of the home
Spills a warm yellow light

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