Snow is still falling.

Trees hang over fences

like rodeo clowns at

the end of the day.

 

Under columns of 

jack pines, an arctic

fox listens for telltale

scratchings of lemmings

beneath icy crust.

 

A white owl holds its

glide over the clearing,

a hare holds its breath.

 

If I could hold you,

in this moment,

I would not miss

the warmth of Spring.

 

 

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