Dream Snow

While the city slept
(Denizens curled
Up in the sky)
The snow fell
On naked trees
Offering them coats
On streetlamps
Giving them jaunty hats
On roads
Hushing the angry shishing
Prompting the cars
To stay in their boxes
A certain quiet
Formed that morning
Cushioned by snow
Fallen during dreams
Fields untouched
Sun bleached
From the sky


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