a winter walk

The snow lasts for a long time and on the edges of some sidewalks it’s piled as tall as me.  Snowplows have moving rotating claws to get it all.  I’ll watch snowflakes, snowflakes shaped like snowflakes, settle on my gloves and jacket while I wait for the bus.  There are layers of both ice and snow on everything, and the thin birches are doubled over with the weight of it all, putting an arch over roads like this one.

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