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| The first snow falls in big flakes careening landing serenly as softly sculptured, carvings chiseled from the finest drips of stone. The flakes of white keep changing possibilities, but never exactly fixed into ice or snow, some collect and stay put, homebodies happy. Others jump and leave becoming apparitions... Wraith-like, sliding across the landscape in frozen crystals, joyous with their freedom laughing. Brethren flakes stuck everywhere massif, all the while these prodigal crystals harden their mirth, callous, cackling, till wind invites and sets them sail to spend their brief collected life together flowing over roads and fields playing tag, howling jubilant together, cohorts singing their dark humored songs . But the moneyed wind can die and blowing snow always falls entrapped beyond the next huddle of trees. Eternity, waited out. Winter by winter. ================ Daniel A. Johnson 11/20/00 Copyright 2000, Daniel A. Johnson, All rights reserved. |
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