Trees under Snow

The quiet, the essential shape,
Of trees, the delicate, the slow
Thrust upward, and the springing twig,
Are seen more clearly under snow.

No line is lost, no rising curve
Is flattened, but the drooping branch
Bends downward closer to the earth
Under the snow-soft avalanche.

O dark unconquerable life
That does not break nor find escape,
This gleaming weight shall serve to show
The strength of your essential shape.
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