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01/27/2015 12:16 pm ET Updated Mar 29, 2015

Blizzard

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It takes courage to see beauty
in a world spread deep and silent
with interminable whiteness;
and to keep on being awed
by such uncommon splendor
while trying to suppress
a fundamental fear
of being buried by it.

But know it as it is:
Beauty is everlasting.
And winter's burial is not.
Underneath cold winter bone,
the flesh of summer sleeps.

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This poem will appear in the upcoming book Poems from the Pond: The writings and wisdom of Peggy Freydberg.