(x = space)

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White Out

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There was hardly any winter;

Now I am nostalgic

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As I get old

The immediacy of snow

Has sometimes frightened me

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Am I ready?

(knowing I’m not ready)

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But now I miss the falling

And the settling

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Not the extremes, of course,

Or the extremes of heat in summer

But enough that says

Winter is allowed

In our land

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And I might walk in it

Again

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So I’m learning, still

(so are you):

I hadn’t thought more generally

And with some surprise

That the bildungsroman

Has never

Finished

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It goes on bildung-building

(education)

And as roman

A story

Of many chapters

Or a song with many stanzas,

Key transitions,

D. S. to the coda

For life is repeated

Many times,

It seems

Or even improvised

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And of Shangri-La philosophy

(moderation in all things)

Maybe the winter

Shall return

With some climatic glory

And less (less) fearfulness from

Me

And should anyone

Who feels this way

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C L Couch

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