Three crows heading west.
Gull soars, dips, circles beneath.
They fly like arrows.
Across the river,
Dusting roofs, ledges, hillside:
Powdered sugar snow.
Cloudless bright blue sky.
Icy wind, choppy water.
Steady beaming sun.
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