Snow Fall
The dull,
heavy,
distant thud
of morning silence,
fills the snow
and fall
of December
dark and night,
for where else,
can one find
the dream
of summer,
than in the falling
forget me nots
of snowflakes,
in the late
awakening
of dawn
and light?
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