Today, the first snow
in blown flakes and ice;
cold evergreens, tall pacific
giants bending before the will
of winter come at last.
Freeze the year past gone
now the spring green psalms
the warm summer balm
verdant calm of leaves falling
into the now winter twilight.
Come, night long lasting
until the crackling morning
sun illumines sharp shards
of ice encrusted snow.
Portland, Oregon – December 8, 2016
In Cascadia 
So evocative, especially these lines “bending before the will of winter” and “the crackling morning sun”. Terrific!
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Thanks again, Susanne. I can’t resist the “crackling” word. I’ve also used it for the moon in another piece. I’m an equal opportunity employer of the descriptor. Also, in real life, one of our big pacific giants bent too far this morning, dropping three huge branches, heavily laden with ice, but without any damage, thankfully.
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