Falling snow
Upon my window pane
I hear the soft call of a dove
A selfish poet
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Lovely image, Joanie.
It reminded me of an older poem of mine:
http://athingforwordsjahesch.wordpress.com/2011/03/16/when-the-last-snow-came/
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