Through the window I can see snow,
dancing through the air,
the shower of white
a silent announcement that winter
is here
the snow,
blowing in the wind,
restless,
moving,
seeking
a safe place to land
the snow,
falling,
rushing,
to meet the earth
but the small flakes melt
as soon as they reach
the ground,
their light touch
not cold enough to linger
on the blades of grass still thrumming
with warmth
from the memory of the sun
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