The day after, we 
woke to a white world - 
thick snow had fallen 
silently in the night, 
covering all sounds.
It glittered in the sun like 
bitter gems scattered by 
a careless hand.  Beams of 
blue and green and red 
refracted from its hard
surface.  The sun climbed, 
struck gold bars across 
our table and the 
dust sparkled.  It was a 
crisp Monday morning
and we thought of you. 
The lamb snow stayed 
stubbornly - it 
crackled in the light, 
glittered all that day, 
disturbed our quiet.
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