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skiing in the trees
the blue sky the only sound
slowly i float home
winter scrolling out
heavy snow a new canvas
ploughs push big brushes
cold the touch of it
remembering what was lost
a blade of grief
whiter than night snow
the melody of the moon
offers soft soul notes
hidden in a life
everything has a season
she is ascending
the snow fills the sky
the river speaks its language
white with winter words
the crow dropped the nut
braving oncoming traffic
it swoops just in time
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