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sifts through a ghostly stand

of tamarack and tall pine

that borders the forest road

and hovers over the bridge

spanning the creek

and there is no breeze

or breath but mine

all silence except for

the tiny change of pressure

as flakes pass my ear

or the slight sizzle as they touch

down on my head and shoulder

or the more distant sound

as subtle as dust accumulating

on the mantle piece

of snow gathering on limb and leaf

and even my steps are muted

by the years that have passed

and muted also is the reason

I am walking here

but the memory ephemeral

as the fragile snow feathery

as the tamarack leaf peculiar

in its persistence

flickers and fades

flickers and fades

then passes as an old photo

passes in an album