Monday, February 11, 2013

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Our blizzard blasted through, and plastered everything 

with hard frosting that pulled all branches down, snapping some.


Snow to be shoveled,

and beehives cleared.


Power out for a day, the internet down for a couple days more.

But we'd put in plenty of wood, and our friends, whose house grew too cold for them,

came to spend the night and shared with us our wood stove pot roast

and our peaty Laphroaig.

Now, rain is falling and a fog is rising from the snow

smoky as though all of this were a volcano's hot and fatal ashfall.
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