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-The intelligence of snow
To float
from the massive
cloud of unknowing
down
without hurry
or tension
into the amplitude open
above fields humped and blurry
and the gentle
geometry of roofs
falling
with no clear
apprehension
loose—adrift, or cast—
resting and feathering
across downy light,
or, becoming light
without edge
descending
and hovering
where buzzards meditate
a white spider
hanging and swinging
(without gossamer thread)
into the quietude
of outstretching spruces
tossed and bob-slipping
past treetops
beside
blue jays jerking
and nuthatches skipping
at last touching
into place
with soft pliancy
weightless wafer
on the bird feeder’s lip
onto one black seed
instantly scooped
The solitary
snow flake
dissolving
in the mitered beak
of the cardinal
in its ultimate
and particular
gesture of praise
December 2011
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