stinging my face, the swirls
bringing my throw, shovelful,
back at me
laughing, smiling to myself
of earlier days, long ago
when this would be for fun
a fort or just to toss in the air
watch the snow fall as the wind will
the yard now dunes of snow
white sand, with waves, furrows
of blowing, drifting powder
January 1, 2009
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