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Snow Fall, by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
After a Quiet Night of Snow
by Paulette Demers Turco
Morning rays have yet to penetrate
the leaden clouds that shed each unique flake
to tumble in a starless night. But wait.
The creatures of the desert are awake.
They hesitate to leave their sheltered burrows
to roam this crystal-coated snowscape, make
their way between the pale green scrub–in furrows
forged through the alabaster powder. Still,
no camouflage can hide a scent. Tomorrow’s
far from real for tiny prey. But skill
while scurrying beneath the brightening light,
locating berries, seeds, instills a thrill–
short-lived–while fragile branches drip. As white
melts clear, sage reappears until the night.
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