Lingering in snow

A twig fell from the tree
shaped like a pen

I wrote in the snow
drawing lines with my voice

the network of roots 
below the frozen ground
mirrored the myriad 
of crisscross connections 
above my head

from the wires that bind us
I find myself 


under the snow drops

I stick out my tongue. 

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