Poetry · Writing

Snow at Oak Creek Farm

Through the window
Edges frosted in fog
Trees stand in coats
Of newly-fallen snow

It drops in clumps
And showers
In the breeze
And as birds flit
From branch to branch
Or the bending branches
Shake it off
To reach a little higher

Once-invisible wires
Of a pasture fence
Are bold, uneven
Strands of white
Stretching from
Post to post
Like lengths of
Hand-spun yarn

The snow falls again
In thick heavy flakes
Adding to the
Blanket of white


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