The First Snow
THE FIRST SNOW
something ringing in my ear,
startling me to reality.
Reaching over, I touch the invader,
to quiet death it ceased.
Slowly rising from my bed,
looking out the nearby window.
The first snow fell today,
and I weary of my custom
turned to face the wrinkled
covers, falling, rolling, over
and over, encased in its warmth again.
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