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Long, low
Shadows drift through
The fresh snowfall.
Though it is noon,
Angles are acute,
Making waves in
The sparkling crystals.
My breath clings
To the scarf beneath
My coat,
Growing in the cold
Wind,
As if I could use
It again.
This brilliance passes
Quickly,
Giving way to early darkness
And stars.

Categories: Poetry