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| wind chimes shimmering ringing in the cold night air reflecting moonlight |
| evenings getting cold the old man stacking oak logs anticipating |
| frozen streams, white snow on statues, long icicles, your small white casket |
| icicles on oaks deep snow around the woodpile rose vase in window |
| white mountain waters captured on the rocky cliffs frozen waterfall |
| on a dusty chair in the attic Grandpa reads his Grandma's journal |
| moving across snow on the longest winter night a single bird song |
| morning sun: faint smell of last night's ale and whiskey a cup of coffee |
| the rising full moon sweeps shadows of bare maples lightly on the lawn |
| in the still bedroom, I lay with my lover, listening to the winter winds |
