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The first snow of the Solsticeó
pristine and pureó and
welcomed by all
as the first herald of the News.
There is something safe and sacred
about the letting go of the harvest time
and the embracing of the time of the Interiors.
See how we rest safely in thoughts and reflections,
just as the snow rests safely in crooks of tree branches.
As we listen, wait and dream
now and then a miracle appears
if we are open to finding it.
Color photograph and poem, © Redlefsen, 2004
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