I am Snow, I am
I am cold, be damned
I am silent long
I am silent song
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It's like the Poemhunter clock has been turned back. There's something delightfully childlike about the 'I am' and 'I can' refrain on the first and last stanza. Life-affirming too. This is full of exuberance dancing off the page. Arise, Sir Kenneth.
There snow end to the flakes here at PH, but this one stirs my shovelling instinct awake. Fine job. -chuck