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[dragonherder1]

Snow greets us in the morning
Clouds of white encompass all
Trees they glisten in sheaths of silver
Colors peek from a sheet of white

Smoke swirls up in the distance.
Pinon hides within the breeze.
Giving joy to those who scent it
Others seek warmth while we see wonder

Already transforms the snow to water
Frost seems fleeting in November
Promising longer visits soon
Now faintest brush of lip to lip

Surprise awakening