Seventh Saturday

Chimney’s plume of steam,

Dragged south by powerful wind,

Disappears in clouds.

Red jacket, black gloves,

Brown tea, multicolored scarf.

Snowflakes dot them all.

Puddles on pathway

From last night’s rain. Between them,

Snow melts on dry slate.

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