The snow winds are blowing
giving texture to the usually
unseen – leaving morning-
weary eyes to wonder –
how does wind blow across
a landscape in opposite
directions at the same time?
Left and right, up and down
the wind-carried bits of snow
go, as if entering a room left
wondering what task first
brought them there – like that –
with full-stop mystery of
stillness as the mind ponders
the question with elusive non-
answer – forgotten –
wind gone, snow settled
until the next time
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