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Cedars are heavy with snow.
How the fine fine needles hold.
I know to walk as a lite, warm bird,
–let the snow be cold.

Absurd to walk into first
snows. The cedars, domed, and great firs
know that rare October snows
occur where cones lay among bones.

by Jim Aldrich

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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