The hot cooca sits in my hand
Marshmallows floating like
Icebergs
In a sea of brown.

I let the steam drift up,
Looking through it at the snowy scene
Outside.

The snow descends gently onto the woods
Covering everything.

As the noon-time sun shines through
The thick clouds
Breifly,
The snow glitters like diamond chips.

And then,
In the instant diamonds were falling
From the sky;
They were gone again.

I sit in my bathrobe,
At noon
Watching the snow drift
Into my life.
 
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