White Blankets

March 20, 2009
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The cold air teasing my neck,
Making me wish I had brought a scarf
The subtle crunch of my shoes into the snow
I stop and look over at the hill, hiding beneath its white sheet
Silence ensues, complete peace and utter blank
White light reflecting off the blanketed ground
Trees wearing their pure jackets proudly
And slowly from the rays of the sun
A single cold drop falls on my shoulder
Informing me that it's starting to melt

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