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A drop of water, now released by sun and thaw, leaves the ice behind

Never is quiet a moment of nothingness; something always sings

Walking through a grove of bare trees, stripped of jackets, and shivering leaves

Basking in the light of silver from a Wolf Moon, every tree – waiting

Cook another loaf of crusty bread, the scent of baking fills the home

Long after the fire, smoke lingers – a reminder of the world, before

Snowflakes; bits of dust that come rushing in the wind, eluding the brush

for Algot

Our bodies shiver in the freeze before sunrise; huddle in, for warmth

Her entangled thoughts dance to the rhythm of peace, but who's listening?

A dusting at dawn, the monotony of snow settles in, like peace