Pole planting
as the sun slips
between the clouds
counting slowly
step by step
moderating my heart rate
crunching through the glaze
sinking in every once in awhile
the sound of an occasional skier
gliding through the frozen granular
or a snowboarder
swirling over the surface
the scent of smoke
curling up past a chimney
the taste of a snowflake
hanging on my lip
in the delicious
morning quiet.
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