FIRST SNOW (Excerpt)
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles; nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
flitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one. -Mary Oliver
Deb Johnston 
Wonderful po
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