Sound and scene in winter

 

Crunch of boot on ice, a neighbor’s
shovel chopping–precisely-placed eighth notes for a
sheet of winter music, presto through the snow.

A woman–her coat’s all silver against the dark gray sky–
hunches like a Russian on the steppes, bent against the
push of wind, sidewalk out of sight;

Here comes a kid in a city snow plow; warrior-like,he
travels light, approaches through the whiteness.

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