Blizzard

by Stephen T. Kline

Late winter. Calf-ripping snow.

A rare confusion

of white and ice.

Winds travel county roads.

By morning, lines will be down.

Growing things suffer raw stone.

And even the stars have

voices like strands of fire.

Copyright (c) 1986 Stephen T. Kline

 

 

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