Monday morning blue skies
are bright with sunlight.
Let me fall into soft dunes
of white crystals.

There is more than meets the eye
when we look a little closer.
Each snowflake has its own story to tell
of distance and transformation.

Spring melt and fall freeze-up
tilt the scales of the seasons.
The pendulum swings from side to side,
passing center from time to time.

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