outside, rain turns to
snow as autumn's grasp
weakens, succumbing slowly
to winter's impatience;
winter disappears inside
the warmth of wood
vibrating sympathetically
with metal pulled taut;
as snow still falls, sound
fills the room, bouncing
off the walls and into our
souls, warming us from within
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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