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Prancing March Pastoral

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Mon Mar 12th, 2018

Blizzard-bound in white:

there’s ecstasy in wind-force,

sudden melting mote in eye,

nose pinched red by cold,

 

mourning dove fluttering,

snow-laden fir branches

slowly swaying in swollen gust,

wind-whirling power outages,

 

icy flakes sharp as slate

dangerously accumulate

as I heft another shovel

from fluff-born groundswell….