The hemlocks slumped
already as if bewailing
the branch-loading
shales of ice, the rain
changes and a snow
sifty as fog
begins to fall, brightening
the ice’s bruise-glimmer
with white holdings:
the hemlocks, muffled
deepen to the grim
taking of a further beauty on.
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