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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scenes from a New England Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Streams of black winding there way from here to there <br>cutting through a field of white <br>trees struggling with all their might against the soft white invader<br>as people stop and stare</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">cars turned into moving mounds of snow<br>people hurrying off to some secret place to go<br>the softness of sounds in the cold<br>this is winter to me</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the sun a creates such a glare against the snow<br>your breath a frosty mist hanging in the air<br>people bundled up tight against the cold<br>eyes blinking against the white</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the crunch of snow under a boot, the laughter of children<br>home from school, all decked out in their new snow suit<br>the far off drone of a snow blower says work is near<br>winter, in New England a time to hold dear</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">© JPM 1/20/09</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jim+Milks">Jim Milks</a></strong></div>