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Over the snow

ripples of gold

touched with amber

flow into long

blue-grey shadows

a few sparrows

peck scattered sunflower seeds

against the night

oak leaves dead from November

but still hanging

tighten trembling fists or poise

in total stillness

the cold grows and grows

as light withdraws

silence gradually falls