After the snow storm is done,
and the shoveling and the plowing,
the clearing away and the cleaning
up,
and the resting of our tired
muscles
with heat against our backs
and a mug of coffee, dark and hot,
to warm our spirits, a new snow
falls,
light and enjoyable, and we bundle
up in hats and mittens and take
ourselves out into the night,
the tiny flakes cold against our
faces.
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