The snow has come.
Some would say with
a fury,
but it's winter beauty
in the only way it makes
sense -- the cold, the snow,
the wind, the fact of being
basically snowed in simply
the naked beauty
of winter.
Eggs, bacon,
potatoes, onions, toast,
hot coffee
complete this
winter morning scene,
this winter grace,
this winter danger -
not one
without the other.
-Byron Hoot
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