Branch after branch

Slats of clear gold sunlight

and snow like fur on every branch

and every branch after branch after branch

as far as thought can reach....

I go to see if our road's been plowed.

The many small birds melt

before my boots and frosty breath.

Branch after branch, vast in its snowy hush,

the universe is as big as you think it is -

and maybe one or two trees more.

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