Bent every twig with it;
Every
fork like a white web-foot;
Every
street and pavement mute.”—Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), “Snow in the Suburbs,”
from Human Shows, Far Phantasies, Songs,
and Trifles (1925)
The scene on my street, following the blizzard (one so far!) of the Winter of 2013.
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