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First Snow

The old black dog comes in one evening

with the first few snowflakes on his back

and falls asleep, throwing his bad leg out

at our excitement. This is the night

when one of us gets to say, as if it were news,

that no two snowflakes are ever alike;

the night when each of us remembers something

snowier. The kitchen is a kindergarten

steamy with stories. The dog gets stiffly up

and limps away, seeking a quiet spot

at the heart of the house. Outside,

in silence, with diamonds in his fur,

the winter night curls round the legs of the trees,

sleepily blinking snowflakes from his lashes.