one by one rhythm of falling snow flakes
sun hitting top of frozen cedar turning it into rubies
round hum of the fridge
waking with a song in my mouth
upside down picket fence of icicles frozen in their fall from an edge
curling into spot by window
quiet, feeding my soul like manna
king tut reed reaching for the sky
saying hello to a friend with only the tap tap of the keyboard
truth at my right hand
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