“…many hints of vagrant hues..”

such wonted white…

The fallen snow lifts my eyes

as high as everything,

it cloaks all, this gentle tableau,

so white, so grey,

so mottled white in the mix

of so many of the plainest colors,

so many hints of vagrant hues,

so quiet,

such stillness,

such cold,

such wonted white,

all, all…

December 11, 2019

I marveled at the snow creature, the one that takes the shape of all it touches…

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