Snow in the hills, cold on my face
hood of the sweatshirt warm.
Feet on the ground, getting moving
coffee brewing, and warm house waits.
Stars out now, the storm gone,
more snow above me, sun an hour away.
Lambs asleep with their moms, horses against the fence
all silent now, awaiting the day.
Sliver moon hangs in the eastern sky
ready to be chased away by the sun.
Neal Lemery 3/10/10
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