February:
snow-covered branches hang low
in a dome-like canopy
over the street, quiet and peaceful
life, withdrawn from the latest storm,
as am I, cocooned behind a frozen frame,
watch the still, magical landscape
and there is nothing left to do
but to wait
for the spring to come
[12 March, 2008]
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