The Art of Appreciating SnowA Poem by Robert RonnowNearing the end of a too busy week it starts to snow. Dangerous but soothing. Wherever you go, take care. Your memories are too weak, alone, to keep you alive. Yet on the other side of the globe, a people has perfected the art of appreciating snow from inside their lives. Not unlike flower arranging or pouring tea correctly. Tonight I must drive through hail and storm, down the steep and icy trail, inside the tunnel dimly lit, me.
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