The Snow

White, cold, like flour, not flour; replacing flowers. I happily greet the snow!
I hope the grass and stones it covers get the chill they need. 

Let the snow and ice crack open walls and fell them, if they please.

I must remember, watching, that the winter falls upon us slow. Like softly drifting, beautifully cold, cycle ending snow.

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