The Sanctity of New Snow

Inviting, the golden glow of morning sun
on new snow. Gentle, those hexagonal creations
choreographed to fall in unison, yet each dancing
a delicate ballet to its own tune.

Alluring, the peace that settles over lawn
and street. Far be it from me to desecrate
this Eden with my booted foot.
One look at the thermometer assures

this stretch of white will stay unscarred.

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