Snow Cascades
Snow cascades from the tall pines,
Large powder puffs
Puff down in soft lunges,
Descending to earth,
Subdued incidence,
A sort of soul for January.
They do not have words for it.
If they are wordless,
So, finally, are we.
It is as if they would say
What we say,
I mean what I say by being.
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