| Text of Poem | Whipped by the blizzard I fled
inside and looked out at the
whirling snow. A junco flew
to the window sill beside me,
tipped his black cap to one side,
bright eyes wary, breast fluffed out,
stayed there behind the wind.
An artic wall closed the yard,
shut out terrace and hedge,
drifts stood out in a frieze
carved by the wind's chisel.
The bird on the window sill
crouched in his snowy nest,
through glass in darkened air
I saw flakes swirl and settle,
strangely paired we stormbound
travellers shared our shelter.
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| First Line | Whipped by the blizzard I fled |
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| Original Publication Date | 1976 |
| Original Citation | Shaken by Leaf-fall |
| Word Count | 93 |
| Poetic Form | open |
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