The snow began in early morning's grey
Mixed with some rain, not cold enough to last
I knew there'd be no chance of a snow day.
Resolved to just enjoy the flakes that passed
And not dwell on their melting on the ground,
Appreciate their beauty as they swirled,
Just breathe the air and watch the crows wheel round.
To seize these glimpses of another world.
This transience was bittersweet and lent
The day a hushed, excited, sacred tone.
Peered at the snow from inside, then we went
On several walks. One time I walked alone
To get something I'd left inside my room -
Alone with crows, exulting in the gloom.
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