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It snowed last weekend
  • The earth is dry, for once,
  • Though cakes of mud hang in limbo over greyed grass
  • And the trampled rhododendrons hang in a coma state over the bounds of their planters
  • The night is cool and the sky is thinly veiled in clouds, even as the light of a full moon leaks through
  • And I cast my gaze sideways as the lamppost casts its glow downwards and I remember that it snowed last weekend
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  • The ground seems to grasp onto the memory of the snowflakes that slung across it just a while ago
  • The whiteness of the pale road seeming to dim next to the small smear of white crystalline leavings
  • In the quiet and dying grass
  • Road dry, mud cloying, rain foreboding over the forests i live within
  • And nothing seems to be constant in this quiet and dark world and I remember that it snowed last weekend
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  • Deep and far past and beyond the clouds
  • The moon shines brighter than it ever has
  • Particles of cold fog, illuminated in an orange streetlight glow, seem to dance in dragon fractals as i look on
  • Rain passes the pretense of falling calmly after it came down, from flakes to chunks to droplets
  • But I know its secrets now, and i know that if given enough time it would fall quietly again, because I remembered that it snowed last weekend
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  • Stars fall feebly past the clouds that cloy the sky
  • And the quiet earth now bears the silent and dainty mark of deer celebrating the sudden coming and going of the frost
  • But the predator paws of an icy winter were bore to the same place naught days ago
  • And the earth tries to dry, and does, despite freezing and thawing and flooding
  • But I realize now the unchanging variety of Earth and its seasons and its unforgiving mercy, as i too realize that it snowed last weekend
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  • A week ago I watched as the snow piled up, one inch, four inch, ten inch,
  • And five days ago I took out the blue snow shovel in exasperation
  • And two days ago the school shut down because the melt happened too fast and the water filled the roads
  • And now, the final smudges of winter dirty the ground, and the snow shovel’s tip still glistens, and the muddy river rages forward
  • And now I can look back and remember that it snowed last weekend