Deserts of Snow

I grew up in a desert

amidst six foot drifts where

one shoveled snow continously

to avoid being buried.

Grandular crystals blew across fields

Like sand in the sahara. You kept your face covered.

The beauty of bright sun on below zero days

Took my breath away. The effect remains.

Years later

I still struggle

for air.

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