Sorry Whitman, I had nothing original of my own to compete so I had to substitute a ringer - Mr. Williams.


Snow:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the S U N ! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.

~ William Carlos Williams