Steady lines of snow
Drop silently from the sky--
F-----g Fairyland!
Rasping snow shovel
Uncovers my dark slate path;
But, for a moment.
The familiar road--
A wide soft ribbon of white;
Still it keeps on falling.
It is the silence
That marks the epoch snow fall;
No bang. No whimper.
The same bend ahead
Muted by the mist like snow--
Mystery again.
Only my footsteps
Crunch in the deepening snow.
All else is silence.
Footprints in the snow
Disappear in front of me;
Soon mine will go too.
Twin white parapets
Perched on top of dead tree trunk.
Faint the trumpet call.
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