December 29th 2015

The winter’s first snow—about five inches; but less like a snow than pellets of ice. The brook immediately behind our house is hemmed in by the ice and snow, a narrow channel that makes the cold water run all the quicker.

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stepping
····in her mother’s steps—one trail
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Remembering when my daughters were younger. So much easier in deep snow, when you’re little, to follow in another’s steps.

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after
····the snowstorm—the crows are still
·······black

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When all else is white, even the evergreens. Juncos visited under the bridge, looking for fallen sunflower seeds.

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