Spruce Pome

Snow on spruce boughs,
The second coming of a rabbit
Disrupts the morning silence
I think of you asleep miles away
In clouded memories of fog
Here in the snowy north,
The temperature dropped to negative 25
Even the birds are silent,
But the spruces still contemplate our
Tiny backyard, unaware of our plights.

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