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Snow Falls Ephemeral

Snow Falls Ephemeral

by | Aug 20, 2026 | Poetry

by Loralee Clark Today is a soft, dry snow. You don’t hear it hit the water, only hear the pond absorb the flakes, slush, then ice over. The tree by the pond— a beaver began to gnaw it down, the bites sharp and sure, the smooth chisels a testament to the iron in its...