The Squall

The snow crinkles

 And crumples underfoot

Tiny, shiny crystals

In every nook

Of where I’ve been

But where I’m going

Those future steps

The snow’s not showing

Again tomorrow

More snow will fall

On where I’ve been

I’ll try to recall

Tiny, shiny crystals

After the squall

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