Another arctic sensibility has descended showering its splendor
In cold slanting late light, rosy and manganese blue on snowy whites,
Purpled through shadows.
The sky, crystal gradations of soft greens through deep cobalt,
The snow, crisp underfoot. My work on the beautiful table built
By a friend.
While that snow-shine bathes through these high-ceilinged rooms,
I sit here, sweet coffee near, searching for words, contently suffused
In wintry light.
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