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Red sky in the morning.
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A dusting of snowfall transports me to distant winters and the stillness of early mornings at the edge of a wilderness.
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On the trail.
The whisper and long shhhhhhhhh of skis on new snow.
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Gravid sky.
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Impending weather and the stillness between acts.
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Winter blues.
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Winter sky that is the blue of yearning.
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The weight of winter.
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drifting
Clear light glints,
collects, worries loose
long ice teeth from the sloping
tin roof,
birds drop, I glimpse
uneven triangles of wing,
swinging under red branches,
over blue humps of snow,
we live in a small house
in a nonexistent town, surrounded
by
sugary domes
and
fangs of mountains snapping
at the sky,
the many arms of a winter loaded cottonwood
writhe
and weave,
it is a dance solitaire,
in which the eye leads,
in which the mind follows,
a waltz of January trees.
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Ever curious: the Writer Elkhound.
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Spring is not far away!