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160th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: Morning Storm

by Che Sara Sara

I wake to pure quiet;
it’s snowing again.

When flakes roll down
diagonally, with intent,
they persist for hours.

The only noise is what I cause:
clicks and pings of radiators,
the coffee pot gargling, the thrum
of my computer’s blood pressure.

A titmouse lands in the cherry tree.
Hops into the shelter
of the feeder to eat millet.

Her two-note whistle
catches the storm’s eye.

published in Wolf Willow Journal

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