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(Wikimedia Creative Commons.  Ice ferns

by Schnobby, 2010)


One morning you wake

and are aghast at snowfall;

mad frost artistry

grafittiing your windows.

If you stoke a fire,

you can stay indoors; be snug

while condensation

presents an Etch-a-Sketch screen

for dripping, childish doodles.

Ambivalence grows

as you watch the pristine paths,

sullied by boot treads.

Slush’s slurry meltdown brings

routine’s return; ash thrown out.