“The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.”

“The poignancy of things
A purple flower
The blossoms of spring
And the light snow of winter
How they fall”

“In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.”

“My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in”

“Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.”

“The train came out of the long border tunnel — and there was the snow country. The night had turned white.”

“You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
If you don't know
And there are roses growing in the snow.”

“A lad changed to a shrub in spring,
the shrub into a shepherd boy,
A fine hair to a lyre string,
snow into snow on hair piled high.”

“Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow”

“A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold.”