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A Different Winter

We are just as puzzled as the ground
here without snow in this usually
weather-battered world now bereft
of blizzards no snow falls at all
Winter leaves the world’s bones bare
every broken branch visible
so we can see both
the beauty left behind
and all the damage done

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  1. A lovely one. I am just as puzzled as the ground!


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