Winter Snowless Day

In winter light,
Frail, hard to pinpoint,
We find peace, warming our ankles walking.
We blow air from our lungs into the sky

And kick our feet in still-unfrozen leaves,
Lining our way with fancied angels' hair
And angels' wings. We think of things
Like fallen tree-fluff, and we stuff

Nuts in mittens to make them bulge.
We snatch dried grass into our hands
And make big piles, rivaling mountains.

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