we each have our stride some of us have a shuffle and others a slide
the winter snow falls without discrimination its effect is not
we see the soft glow and might be tricked to believe that the snow is warm
measuring rainfall on the third day of april can be confusing
a blanket of snow will gladly cover the sins of the forgetful
the snow doesn’t care that we put up barriers snow does what snow does
there is a quiet that only accompanies the fresh fallen snow
things we understand are often mysterious, brand new, to others
every snowflake is unique, but who can tell when they’re dumped in clumps
with unbroken snow hiding what’s beneath, is it field or frozen lake?
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