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Prancing March Pastoral

(before Equinox)
by Kevin T. McEneaney
Wed Mar 15th, 2017

Blizzard-bound in white:

there’s ecstasy in wind-force,

sudden flake in the eye,

nose pinched red by cold,

mourning dove fluttering,

snow-laden fir branches

slowly swaying in gusts,

wind whirling fate,

icy flakes sharp as slate

dangerously accumulate

as I heft another shovel

from fluff-born groundswell,

flakes descending pell-mell….