In the Story Concerning the Ice Storm

In the story concerning the ice storm
the trees are dripping crystal,
  
and the wind snaps their branches
like glass. There are ink-black birds
  
pecking pinholes in the puddles,
and an early, purple crocus
  
huddles frozen in its blossom.
The evening sun sets its pink on the yard
  
while a swollen, brown-mouthed river
bites its tongue and waits to rise.
Tunes on a Broken Harmonica
Britton Shurley
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Tunes on a Broken Harmonica

Britton Shurley

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