It is still new to me
this way the snow has
of beginning to fall
nearly invisible
Snow touches me
as cold dots of greeting
Snow has its secrets
It gathers in silence
white clusters in piñon needles
soft lines within the leaves of the yucca
Desert snow
slow to make a blanket
carrying its music in notes
outside human hearing
You can see its crescendo
when the snowflakes fly boisterously
icy petals chasing into one another
beginning the snow universe
white blanket of peace
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