layer of fog hovers
grazing tops of houses and barns
like a ghost drifting
haunting the countryside
I unconsciously duck as I drive underneath
slipping along the clear frozen prairie surface
layers of snow lined up
chronicle winter months
a cross-section of time
in this time before the melt
I walk beside
gripping icy walkway in black boots
layers of fog and snow fill brain
a ghostly winter of thought
hovering
lining
yearning for
resurrection
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