March Snow

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It came down all day and all night, whistling in the chimney, blowing in under the eaves, onto the porch and woodpile. And down collars. The wet kind, that sticks to limbs and bark and poles and wire.

The maples are already in bud, and the narcissus and daffodils are up, now all pushing up snow.

Only three weeks ‘til Spring.

 

 

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