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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Crows skim the snow field.
One lands and tiptoes across.
Fleeting black on white
.

Is it snow or rain?
Birds chatter in confusion.
The white wetness falls.

Snow falls in silence;
A white mist across the road.
Two planes hum above.

Two doves on a branch
Watching the falling snow
They sit, turn and cluck.


Bumps in the branches;
Forsythia buds peek through;
Snow mist gently falls.


The woods are hushed white;
Veiled lines of snow fall softly.
The first day of Spring.



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