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       Unknown Bell This newness of snow. This boot-ringing as the snow warms in the sun to crush. These holes we wind around the witnessing...

Claudette Castonguay Sledding in Wichita   As cars pass, laboring through the slush, a boy, bundled against the stiff wind in his snow suit,...

Tatyana Sergeevna Building the Fire from "Snowbound"   As night drew on, and, from the crest  Of wooded knolls that ...

Verigo Anatoly Konstantinovich   Come Christmas You see this Christmas tree all silver gold? It stood out many winters in the co...

      Evening snowfall, with the faint dry crunch Of straw that stable horses twist and munch. Kyukoko fr. A Net of Fireflies transl...

George Clausen November The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, tis with a face Beamless and pa...

  Coventry, after the Blitz   The Soul's Desert August 30, 1939   They are warming up the old horrors; and all that they say is echoes o...