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The snow makes all things one in this grey light

Softening the edges of the trees

Into a hush of permanent delight;

The snow makes all things one.

Over the hedgerows and across the leas

Shadows hint at shapes beneath the bright

Expanse of winter; a robin calls to tease

The silence, warming with his song the sight

Which ravishes my senses as it frees

My soul to know that everything is right.

The snow makes all things one.

Brian Hick November 2010

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