The Silences of Snow (#25 Na/GloPoWriMo)



Where are the silences of snow?
Squelching in the remnants
Duck paddling in the meadow,
Now morning cacophony of birdsong.

Already distant are the early
Squeaking of so-cold snow
The sun a struggling idea
Behind cocooned mountains

Sometimes the dogs would leap
And disappear
In powdery white highs
Charged with the changing landscape.

Coffee steaming in both hands
Layers and a hat, guarding their joy
One crow, I hear the feathers rustling
His individual wingbeats.


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