it’s winter now
the first snow is hidden beneath itself
muted silence… chickadee dee dee… ¬†quite
the sun glistens… crystals reflect and refract, softly warming my cheeks
i sit on the side of a mountain somewhere… nowhere
the pines… blanketed white… not reaching
my eyes touch the rollings valleys and sharp peeks
my breath… I can actually hear my breath, how wonderful
it rumbles into the distances and I worry it may move something
everything lies where it will, perfect…¬†without effort… without care

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