FIRST DAY OF SPRING A BLIZZARD VISITS US this last snow's weight and power the piles of it rounding off the flat surfaces the mass of it bending treetops over till their tips are caught in the drifts all the early shoots of daffodil and flowers of crocus hidden under the new shapes discovered in the white folds our power gone for the lines that carry it receive their damage too the destruction levied on all things that have been raised above the earth the immense silence demanded by so much from the sky broken as another limb (listen) gets torn from its trunk for the birds' hunger for their use their mere survival scatter under the sheltered overhang of the porch dry seed in quantity on the rare in this white bare ground where their delicate feet will mark on each other's marks till there is a printed language of their searching and finding
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