muted sunlight gleaming off
clouds like schools of fish
changing direction fast as a thought
platinum becomes white gold
snow dizzy from the rapid descent
its lack of direction
creating a visual cacophony
flakes blown like spiral shells
wind ripping righteous waves
across the drifts of a backyard beach
that has become of the barren forest
there is a new name for magic
written in the sea foam snow
frozen ocean, above and below
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