The wind blows over the mountains,
throwing snow up into clouds,
throwing snow into trees.
A crystalline world of ice and white
Frozen over with much beneath
So much to see, yet unable to move
So much to do, yet unable to view
Snow hugging trees like fur coats
Covering the green life that courses within
The weather warms
The snow as water
Flowing down the mountain
Flowing down its spine
Coursing down between two hills
Fresh
Cold
Gone.
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