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Contrasts (Free verse) by Quarton
Season's first snowfall,
clamor like winter's past,
traffic jams;
horns blaring;
snow blowers revving
and shovels scraping.
Muttered curses muffled
by city noises;
harsh neon lights.
Deep in the woods,
a sparkling white carpet;
sunlight streaming;
painted tree branches
silhouetted against
crystsalline skies.
In a clearing,
spring born fox
frolicking;
nose buried playfully
in just discovered snow.
Excuse the silence.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Weighted score: 5.1788044
Overall Rank: 4860
Posted: January 16, 2003 5:24 PM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2003 5:24 PM PST
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Yes, enjoy the silence.