Leaves of gold shine
on the fresh white snow
and my heart soars as my boots sink.
Beyond the gate,
a quiet
country road
curls around us
while far above
the jet planes zoom.
Atop the sunlit pagoda,
tinkle tiny bells
blown by the ice cold wind.
Time to take a deep breath
and dive back,
into my cell
to sweep.
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