in the glimmering
sweet snow of last
night and morning,
you pull the sled
on it's loose rope
up the steep hill.
you've done this
before. and the sun
is high, as high
is it can be for
a winter's day.
and the path is
wide and white, and
inviting. at the top
you see tomorrow,
you see today. and
it's a wonderful
ride as you run and
hop upon this new
fast sleigh.
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