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Where to begin

waiting dreams, so many why's

... she drops her eyes.

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Her unfinished tea

closed pages

... looks like rain.

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The words, too much

but a mercy of tears

to blind me.

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I hoped that maybe

and she turns to say, but

... no.

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A night train's crying

slipping, slipping

... drip ... drip ... drip

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... a touch away from

trees in the water ...

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(Inspired by "Winter Lake" from Looking Glass at Flickr)

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Just paper

just something felt, a chance

just now, just ... paper.

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... she spills

and hopes it understands

more than water ...

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(Inspired by Kalie Garrett at Flickr)
 

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Yule, but she keeps

to the kindness of shadows

... who have no need.

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... standing whistling

with winter trees standing whistling

in a winter sea ...

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Splash of shadow

splash of light splash of shadow

... walking home.

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Out there

hiding from the snow

... what only chickadees know.

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... her bearable whispers

unbearable waiting

and then ...

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Faster faster

faster we go

... ripples in the snow.

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Autumn fires

sour and black

... first snow.

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... but winter trees

go on sleeping

through paper snowflakes.

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Spider 
to the crackle of ice

... her tiniest song.

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In the spider's

new chord

... sharp December.

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Still playing

with the icy winds

... the spider's last chord.

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Cold day, creased

folded, added to the box

... Remembered.

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... she wakes

to live another page

from dreams ...

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Down down down
the black panes

... frosty moon.

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Out in the frost

the chickadee too

... can never go back.

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Rusty kettle

blinding

another winter.

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 Eyes in the shadows

caught in the rain

... the passing lights.

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... in the stone

dreams of the river

its own dreams, still ...

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Snow on a pane

snow, ever snow

... run river, run.

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Inspired by Max Stevens at Flickr

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Crystal forest

shard meadows

... white rabbit.

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Just the spot

to scratch

 ... deep snow.

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New snow

two eyes

... blink.

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White forest

white winds, white shadows

... white tracks.

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Fresh snow, a sooted window

the wrong words

... another page.

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Bent people walkin'

ain't nobody talkin'

... but the snow.

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Crow tries, but no

never winds that high

... ring around the moon.

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Out of autumn's ruins

the black leaves of winter

... crows.

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... and they know

the white's just a game for crows

high above the snow ...

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Crow

nothing west but the sea ... Ah

... and fire.

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Winter crow

sharing a stolen bit of night

... with friends.

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Away, away winter crows -

nothing but yourselves

for the picking.

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Cold little mouse!

Run and fold into the peels

... of autumn.

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Stars in the frost

where moon and winter winds

... and the lamplight ends.

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Beloved, says the stone

but not the rain

... not the crow.

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Autumn, my love

for a little snow

... a little prayer.

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No, not this moon

not this street, this shadow, but

... I know this cold.
 

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Lookit' 'em!

how do I bear to break

one frosty crystal?

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I jus' saw magic!

frosty moon twinklin' blue

... from an ol' tin can.

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December's moon

crackling fog

... like paper.

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