Thick flakes are falling,
Now slanted diagonally;
Now helter skelter.
Silence is greater
Watching the snow from inside--
A snow fall movie.
The old stone marker
Fallen into disrepair
Looks like a ruin.
Three goats in the snow
Munching on a bale of hay--
Breakfast is breakfast!
The old red sentinel
Sits alone on the tree trunk,
Flecked with white snow flakes.
It's starting to stick;
Now cars make tracks in the road.
The world's turning white.
Dirt road in the woods
Has a sign in red letters:
Just outlaws walk here.
Poof! The flakes have gone;
Distant sound of hammering;
Just a gray morning.
Was lost in my thoughts
And didn't even know it--
A strange paradox.
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