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Poem: "Waiting for the First Snow" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "Waiting for the First Snow"
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Waiting for the First Snow

I stand outside,
staring at the winter sky,
the desultory wind
less cold than it could be.

The moon is a silver coin
tucked in the cloud’s pocket,
half covered by thin gray wool.

The wind picks up.
A bit of white floats by me.
My breath catches – is this it? –
but no, no.
It’s only a puff of thistledown,
blown free from a dead, dry stalk.

Hope withers in my heart.
I am left standing alone
like a suitor whose date is late,
flowers wilting in one hand.

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