its quiet
only the soft settling of snowflakes
on my jacket, pants, boots, eyelashes.
the chill of melting snow on my
jeans.
the sting of snowflakes on my face,
soon chilled to numbness,
my scarf sits on my office shelves,
my glasses home on a warm table.
experience nature fully,
its quiet beauty, its purity,
pristine snow white.
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