Fresh Snow at the Pond by Richard Reeve

Each crunched


of snow 

louder than the wind

caressing the treetops.

Up the valley

a distant dump truck

provides jake brake drumming

upon it’s downhill return.

When distance

finds measure,

I claim again

contours that set

this mind apart.

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