The soft drip, drip, drip
Small drops clinging
To the bare branches…
The snow slowly
Turning to slush
Along it’s outer edges…
The thick white clouds
Mirror the blanket
Covering the ground…
Sidewalks and roadways
Showing the cement
And the pavement below…
The stillness and quiet
Are only broken
By the drip, drip, drip…
The slow methodical
Melting of the surface
As the temperatures rise…
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