Word of Snow

The pause that lies between the drifting wind and snow is a studied, clean decision earth should know. Word of the imminent drift is cast around the gathered clouds

and bent through trees, along

the ground, to make the prescient ear listen, and the eye turn upward to the sky.

This word has the stout quiet authority of all things argued out, of all that has to be.

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