a hushed world
feather-soft snow drifting white
clank, clank, clank
chained snowplow scrapes by
it's quite a hike
to get where i'm going
along roads littered
with abandonded cars
laboring breath
sounds loud in the still
cold nose belies
how overly warm i am inside
there!
i can hear kids laughing
playing in the snow
delighted with the world
God, please be with
my neighbors in need
for whom this is not
a pleasant change from habit
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