Breathe . . . Do you smell it?
The smell of Good Earth covered with snow.
Cold and warm at the same time.
Dormant and verdant together.
Harvest taken, spring waiting.
Cool fog sitting low against the snow,
Rising to meet the trees, reds still there,
Some bare black tracings in the fog
Smooth, ripples, crags, banks of snow.
Breathe . . . Do you smell it?
Daphne 11/2008
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