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It\u2019s possible to imagine snow<\/p>\n
As time silently shrouding<\/p>\n
Everything.\u00a0 It\u2019s possible<\/p>\n
To think of snow<\/p>\n
As the gradual smoothing<\/p>\n
Of all the rough edges;<\/p>\n
Sometimes you can<\/p>\n
See Lady Winter draping shawls<\/p>\n
Over the shoulders of the trees,<\/p>\n
And, of course, you can see<\/p>\n
Snow as burden, as the laying down<\/p>\n
Of funeral blankets on flowers,<\/p>\n
It is the great quieter of color<\/p>\n
And the crumbler of fruit,<\/p>\n
It is the world gone still and<\/p>\n
More trudging, yes, and sometimes,<\/p>\n
Go out and stand, allow<\/p>\n
The cold kisses to touch your face;<\/p>\n
Lift your arms and let them<\/p>\n
Be blessed with that so uncommon<\/p>\n
Feeling of being alive, and watch–<\/p>\n
The snow falls from the unseeable sky,<\/p>\n
Look– the crystal stars form<\/p>\n
On your sleeves, each one<\/p>\n
Bestowed with infinity—that alone is enough<\/p>\n
To fill one with swooning wonder,<\/p>\n
Notice too, how your breath<\/p>\n
Issues its swirling ghosts<\/p>\n
Of all things let go,<\/p>\n
How winter absorbs them<\/p>\n
Into herself as the prayers<\/p>\n
That they are, and treasures them<\/p>\n
Until one day, when she turns<\/p>\n
Her great skirts and drifts away<\/p>\n
Over the houses and hillsides<\/p>\n
Leaving all that was let go<\/p>\n
For spring to tend and encourage<\/p>\n
With warm hands, their rebirth<\/p>\n
Into the sun.<\/p>\n
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