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Coco peers out the sunroom window —

is he as blinded by the new-fallen snow as I am?

I wonder, do his dreams recall those puppy leaps

of uncontainable joy into that brisk vastness of white?

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first snow; I walk about twenty minutes

but quality over quantity; that’s what counts

eight inches of snow, with more still falling

there’s not much traffic on these unplowed streets;

the entire (lumpy, uneven) center — all to myself

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first snow shelters fallen leaves

cushions them from the winds yet to come

how out of place they’ll appear

against the freshness of the distant spring