There is a surprise of snow
on the ground, an inch or so. Snow driven into the bark of trees. Greyness driven into the sky. The black mark of geese on the sky, their calls raucous.
Yes, we have snow, yes, yet the Grand River flows grey and rippled. The flag at the cemetery is out fiercely west to east. A sparrow hawk sits on a power line surveying a shelf of its refrigerator. Gulls the color of snow, confused. Today the earth is brighter than the sky.
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