Get up and out
before the hard frost is melted
before the paintings it has made
over the ice over the puddles
that angular geometry, lines and corners
like etchings of giant snowflakes
and the glistening whitewash of the tall grass
in the morning sun
is vanished into the grays and browns
of everyday.
Get up
This cold air is wine for the lungs
and all is so quiet now that you may hear
the wings of the winter birds in flight
and think long and calm
Get up
it will all disappear in moments
into traffic and hurry.
Get up.
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