Posted on February 4, 2017 by labeak52
At first light the lawns were blessed
With the finest lace of frost
The white whisper absorbing color
Like the first frame in some movie
Where we dim in on what might have been a dream.
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Even the birds were quiet then
For those several moments
When the balance between the frigid air
And the warm earth
Held, like an indrawn breath.
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