Snow morning

Snow blew in over sea
wind straight from Siberia
snuffed the sounds of night;
fox bark, owl hoot, bat flight.

Dawn was kind this time
myriad sparkle coloured snow
white blossom cascading from
my tree.

A perfect dusting of sky ice
lingered on the virgin snow,
wires hung heavy insulated
out of sight & the rooftops

lost their dowdy light
morphing to white dove feathers
leaving me, wide awake, see through
snapping at the brink of the year.

Determined this time to settle in,
bunk down, search for light
determined this year to hold my nerve
just hang on tight.

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