SNOW ON THE MOUNTAINS
LIKE A SWEATER
COVERS HER BREASTS
MARMOT PELLETS
GREET US ON THE SUMMIT
A SPARROW LAUGHS TOO
GRIM AND BLEAK
MOUNT RITTER SITS AND GRINS
REMEMBERING LAST YEAR
DARK CLOUDS
MOVING OVERHEAD
JEALOUS GUARDIANS
THE SLOW TRIP DOWN
LIKE MELTING ICE CREAM
SUGARY GLISSADES
AFTER DINNER COLD;
YELLOW ICE AWAITS US
IN MORNING COOK POT
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