Snow.

Snow; thickest dew of white

Whispers, falls in dead of night,

Alights the branch, ground, a thud

A Candle’s wick of glow above,

The morn’ is icy wooded cracks,

Furry rabbits’ hopp-ed tracks,

Pierced pupil, young dream’s delight,

Now hush and taste first snow tonight.

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