the wind is strong,
whips snow
driving it through the air
white apostrophes
to a landscape
punctuated other only by trees
dry snow seems more pure
in clear morning sun
lifts in curling tongues
from stretching highway,
yawing with possibility.
trees huddle, snow-dipped,
road-side,
warmer together,
less scared that their needles
will endure.
icicles jut from
the emergent Canadian shield
forming drip
by drip
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