Snowed-In
January 27, 2011
Blocked…the front, back and side.
Were I to perish, I would remain fresh for at least three days.
The expiration date on my corpse would lengthen.
Frigid air encircles my being.
Not one flake likened to another…Except in purpose.
They fall, cover… and given time and temp, grow.
The sirene beauty… the expanse of white desolation…
Inspires the hibernating mind.
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