also shared with Poetry Pantry – #130

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We had a one two punch
with snow.
This is after the first winter storm,
Euclid
…the small break before Freyr
… just time to shovel
before the paths androadways
were filled again…
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Euclid arrived
with the full of the
Winter Cold Moon.
Cold, wind, blowing snow,
sculptured beauty,
left the power on.
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Running in the Winter
Wonderland of Maine
after a storm such as this,
… they run
because they must ? …
must be a soul full
and peaceful time
before the snow plows
and snow blowers,
rev their motors
breaking the silence.
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Freyr was the name,
bitter cold, winds,
a foot of snow was it’s game.
Another gem of beauty
…after the storm,
Euclid,☺

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Sunday Trees – 59 . by becca givens

Poetry Pantry – #130

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