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Snow-walking
Snow-walking
SNOW-WALKING
Colorado, 2000
Around me a poem, zipped imagery
of whiteness: Purity. Peace.
Priceless. A fairy wonderland,
each fractal worth a million words.
Humbly, I ask, Are these slender
shadows of short grasses casted
onto glittering snow-drifts or the
intricate designs of Nature's tracks,
less wondrous than should I know
them by their name? And can you
understand intended meanings
of my words? Does this painting
talk to you the way it gives me voice?
~~~
©barbaraataylor2004
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