In the open and free expanses,
In places where the wind is unhindered,
Snow devils emerge swirling, twisting,
Turning in tapered cones of phantom white.
Temporary, they appear and then so suddenly disappear.
Vaporous, elusive, born to and only living a brief moment,
They seem to dance across fields of unbroken snow.
In the pale gray skies of winter,
In descending temperatures,
They seem to delight in harsh conditions--
Ever knowing they only exist because of them.
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