Snow Reconnaissance

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Holiday Poems

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The skies are clear and cloudless

no darkness hovering or moving fast

on winds that whip into place a

snow pattern full of frozen rain

and inches of measurement.

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A calm winter is not my choice

for Christmas. White has its uses;

paper, diapers, the yard on

December 25th.

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Eyes up ignore the weather

predictors, even though they 

seem to have gotten it right

this year. Gymshoes, not boots,

no hats or scarves. I miss my

winter socks. I miss warnings

about a flurry of snowflakes

in the forecast.

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There is time. It is ten days

till Christmas and maybe, just

maybe, Mother Nature and Fater

Christmas will wake up and smell

the icicles. Maybe.

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allets

12-10-15

1059a

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