Snow, flat cold,
a perfect veiling
of place,
except in
the midmorning sun
by the rabbit run
it’s melting
a bit, still
there may be more
to come
and for once
I long for it,
for enforced
simplicity
and stillness,
how softly
and subtly
it comes down
to transform
the landscape
even as I watch.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Beautiful piece.
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Thanks, Jeff!
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A fine capture. Gentle but purposeful pace and flow.
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Thank you, Doug!
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