At Rest
The clouds built into a blue-black wall, and the sun fled the sky.
The snow whirls, but whether in confusion or frenzy even it cannot say.
The wind howls now, crying for what it has lost and cannot find.
And there is nothing more at rest than a world in the storm.
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