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Early Snow
by Wilda Morris

This snow I did not want
sparkles in the morning sun,
makes soft white bedding
quilted by footprints
across the park.

This afternoon,
it will melt, cascade
down gentle hills, puddle
in the streets and soften
the hard earth.

Above the snow, a red kite
seeks the wind.


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