In the forest all is still as snow
descends in lazy spirals
muffling sounds of birds
nestling for the night while
owls stir from sleep to begin
their nocturnal hunt. The swift
transition from twilight
alerting small animals to return
to their dens brings a deeper
dusk briefly preparing the forest
for the deep darkness of night
yet the tumbling, twirling snow
is defiant of the dark entry
casting its white presence over
green boughs of cedar and hemlock
settling over humped tree stumps
stippling the forest floor like ghosts
mature trees rising stark and dark
in the faint light sketched in white.
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