John Pebble

/ You, / dappled smile / on frozen snows- / wind of March, / ballet of boughs / sprung on the snow, / moaning and glowing / your little "ohs"- / white-limbed doe, / gracious, / would I could know / yet / the gliding grace / of all your days, / the foam-like lace / of all your ways- / to-morrow is frozen / down in the plain- / you dappled smile / you glowing laughter. / (C.Pavese)