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When
your laugh
like tattered ashes
scatters
and late
f
 a
  l
   l
    e
     n

leaves hide 
our footsteps,

Entwined branches 
of trees huddled close 
stand tall, 
bare naked 
‘cept for the faint chill 
of a first snow – 
northern lights 
dancedancedance 
in cadence –   

Cold hands 
spill warmth.         

July 19, 2010 
Image via Marco Poggioli, Snowflakes
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