A soft possible snow had descended And let the moon climb down from the sky. The world lay in whiteness without witness or end. Snow lay on the tree-limbs like ladder-rungs rounded 5 And softened my cold need for why. Not a blank footstep, not a note of sound Intruded on the marvelous sight. All creatures, all creation slept like the ground, As though no other dark did our dark surround. 10 A winter Eden and a winter night. And then I thought: It is as if some other than The snow had snowed down or in, Coldly immune to storm or reason. Each hour I held that thought held only harm. 15 I searched the moon-snow transfigured farm. The fallen night I found, I found no ease in.
From the collection "Assembling the Earth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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