snow turns to rain
in a single inhalation:
back turns,change is born.
five thirty am:
dark, quiet, snowing-in-grace;
as child, deep joy moves me.
snow for awhile brightens
brown and green of December.
now, rain erases.
still can make mud-pies
slop around carefree, giggling;
accept the change that is presented.
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