SUB DEO
Under the auspices of God, the
day broke. And the bare trees
dripping wet of ice. And the
grayness of an age hung from
the sky. And no birds flew.
And wet winds curled, from
corners unforeseen. And, in
enchantment, no one knew
where they were : in the light;
and the rain, and the air?
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