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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter-Strike</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Winter gray the light of day, <br>winter-gray snow-melt still on the ground<br>drawn the winter, long the week, <br>Monday-gray through Saturday.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Saturday night a freezing rain<br>left a Sunday washed anew<br>in snow pock-crusted lacy frosted<br>gleaming bright in the winter crisp.<br> <br>Chatter-clatter clickety-tackety / hey, what is that sound? <br>Spin around with a cocking ear / hey, where is that sound? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Look up, look up to the highest trees! <br>Diamond-fierce the topmost branches<br>sheathed in ice — slicing in the wind — twigs all<br>sparkling rattling swaying shining pierce my heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was eight and we were late to church<br>that Sunday, day of days<br>that first and best of all days since —<br>when tree ice beauty blew me sacred joy.</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=Gloria+Kim">Gloria Kim</a></strong></div>

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