Blizzard


Snow falls:
Years of anger following
Hours that float idly down-
The blizzard
Drifts its weight
Deeper and deeper for three days
Or sixty years, eh? Then
The sun! a clutter of
Yellow and blue flakes-
Hairy looking trees stand out
In long alleys
Over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there-
His solitary track stretched out
Upon the world.


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Blizzard