There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest....
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the Coles...
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