Winter Memories

I liked it when the snow was new.

When the trees were humped with fresh powder.

When the flakes laced the naked branches like spiderwebs.

When I
could lean
out my
bedroom window
at night
and just listen
to the winter woods silence.

When the air
was so cold,
the snow fell
in single,
intricate flakes
that took
my breath
a
   w
       a
          y.

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