William F Dougherty (West Hartford, CT)
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Chalks of birch
in a cuticle moon's unclouded glare;
a thrash of branches, tossing, click
like strings of dice
in tumbling air.
hector the snow,
glossing its downy quilt with a crust,
buffer hibernates from stalactite blades,
fulfills a trust.
curled in burrows for nature's curfew-
beyond the soil's sharp cutlery of ice
woodchucks and toads
doze deep in queue.
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