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somewhere there is a fence

that blocks the way of swirling snow

and splits the howling winds despair

where no one's face can stand the pelting stings

you can see them in the snowdrift

there my cold breath repents an icy night so intense

overhead a frozen waning moon sees the show

a harbinger of the snow-storms scaffold in disrepair

as the northeast wind hunts down all living things

we find them there in the snowdrift

on this wintry shore a story always retold

feel fierce precedent of waves throbbing 

the creek, the heavens, and tons of sand 

unyielding in and out with curious skill

there in a snowdrift

trucks and train no way too hurry

cars and airplane shut down by December

neither birds nor man have a notion

all frozen stiff with no recourse

all alone in the snowdrift

seas dusted with snow rough in sound and fury

same wind blowing on shores they remembered

before the unstoppable forward motion

where natural beauty has no remorse

in the snowdrift