More snow, falling by my window
accumulating on everything out my view
the oak limbs, the clutches of leaves holding on
the pine needles, bowing to the earth
those still holding strong against the weight
for a few minutes longer
the flakes dancing to the ground
driven by the wind,
rising up as it nears the house
blowing sideways,
building on the land, the cars, the other surface
a white layer once more over the grime
the dirt of the city
enveloped in the snowstorm
quieting the noise from outside
coming in the open window
January 1, 2008
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