["I heard its thud"]
Cold-hearted snow
landed this morning early
while I was abed,
ears covered warmly.
I heard its thud,
like a hammer hitting a sore toe.
I heard a neighbour scream
as he started to shovel snow.
No matter the snow, I thought.
I'll dream of where it's not.
["I'm heading to Halifax. Not a speck of snow!" June, 2010]
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