this predicted snow
has blanketed the house in
a hush, it is rarely quiet
inside and out
silhouetted, i see a bunny
dash across the monochrome
of my view
dash is the wrong word
she keeps popping her head
above the bank and then
retreating,
searching or playing
the cars were warned
so there are few to break
this silence as the world
turns lighter with falling
dusk and snow
i am astonished
by this quiet
the melting world
subdued by winter’s
gentle return
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