Reminds me of a beach I know

I go out to the driveway, attack

the snow, and am taken aback

by stillness, interrupted only

by a gentle scrape. I barely

feel a shower on my coat and hair

as I shake the pine tree's bough, higher

now, freed from its load of snow.

I hum and throw, take bucket in hand

and go for a gritty load of sand.

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