January 13

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poetry

All night the snow
sliding off the roof

the tattoo of freezing rain
yielding to sun at dawn

the deer came quietly
up in the yard

moving slowly
in the deep snow

and not too warily
the landscape softned

the foothills blanketed
everything settling

and coming down
to rest

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