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Friday, December 16, 2005


New Snow

Snow fills
the fields' hollows
and leaves them empty.
The whole world
is spread open to
a fresh page
a paper-white
cipherless waste
inviting inscription.

And soon
the seedheads of grasses
blown free by the wind
scratch arcs on the surface
and birdfeet
write tiny runes
restoring order to
the speechless chaos
of fresh snow.

2005 The Carlisle Mosquito