January 8, 2025

The wind whips the snow

and ground writhes with life

Nothing is stable anymore

Cold moves to warm

And warm back to cold

Sky is blue and pale yellow

Than white blending with earth

All is in flux as if waiting

For a new creation to take over

And eradicate the old

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