Sap and resin, musk and scent

deep in dark and piney,

spiral twirls, and needle floors

bundled up and spiny.

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Faintly feint light penetrates

with bits of floating tree dust

microscopic atom worlds—

eager to adjust

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Without, the world’s a whisp of white

accumulated piles

icy slips and frigid nips

silver cold for miles.

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Brisks of white-dust, dance their way

past the pines to grounding

lighting, soft upon the pricks

of outstretched needles rounding.

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Here the snow fox, padding slow

can break the raw and wind chill

silent, watchful, bending low

statuesque and still.

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