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THE MUTE SNOW PROVOCATIVE. . .

In December,
Early in the half hour next to dawn,
The quiet snow will lie
Blue as smoke on the Appalachians.
This is apparent
Whether the sky
Be clear as water
Or bundled in grayer wool.
To find the mute snow provocative,
A pale dancer weaving in and out
Of one opaline veil,
I rise softly,
Leaving even you behind,
And stare as one in thrall
To such fragile chances.
Susan Hollowell Hardy
SUSAN HOLLOWELL HARDY lives in
Fredonia.

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