this deep in winter . it is hard to imagine . the summer sunshine
with a shoveled path . the world has been reopened . and sundogs can play
nature is conquered . or so we’d like to believe . but nature just laughs
winter has away . of forcing a decision . questions are answered
to seek clarity . in the fog, misses the point . the fog tries to teach
on rare occasions . the world seems to stop spinning . for just a moment
a snowfall affects . everyone the same way . yet differently
as the road is plowed . either direction invites . but one way is home
off in the distance . a line is drawn, where sunsets . and snowstorms are born
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