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First Snowfall

with minute focus
the sun finds me
it's a mirror I can't ignore
first snowfall 
extols the glory of winter
and sunrise explodes into
a billion shining moments 
bouncing
snowy limb to limb
I am the trampoline 
learning to find resilience
in the synergy of 10 am 
when radiance
is bucking its boundaries
erupting with an ode to joy
pretending it's just an avalanche
surging sunward
on tiny feathered engines
and
if I resort to chasing the jet-streams
I'll never learn the art
of making my road authentic 
and bringing us home

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