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As I step out my back door,
a confectioner's sugar world awaits me...

...quiet and sparkling,
stealthy and cold is the snow.

And ice glazed trees
back lit by the sun
become spun-glass sculptures
that rise in the sky.

Snowflakes shimmer in the light
like fine diamonds waiting to be mined.

Chill January wind blows
mushroom colored clouds,
and penny-sized flakes begin to fly
kissing my face with winter.

K. Tate Jacoby
copyright 1/20/95
(revised 6/7/06)

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