from the wind and snow . a shelter presents itself . without opinion
heavy with snowfall . the pine bough bends, patiently . under its burden
the twisted branches . go unseen until the snow . makes them obvious
the ice builds slowly . almost unnoticed, until . nothing else is seen
when conditions change . quickly, all too many still . ignore the warnings
the softest pillows . are only made possible . with firm support
finished for the day . the snow shovel waits, until . called upon again
when motion ceases . there a two choices; struggle . or wait for the thaw
searching for context . in the winter grey, the mind . imagines conflict
an empty sidewalk . lets the imagination . wander where it will
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