STORM TRACK: November 30, 1981 (Volume 5 Issue 1)
ANNUAL POETRY SECTION
By David Hoadley
Unwarmed by any sunset light
The gray day darkened into night,
A night made hoary with the swarm
And whirl dance of the blinding storm,
As zigzag, wavering to and pro,
Crossed and recrossed the winged snow:
And ere the early bedtime came
The white drift piled the window-frame,
And through the glass the clothes-line posts
Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
To all night long the storm roared on:
The morning broke without a sun;
In tiny spherule traced with lines
0f Nature's geometric signs,
In starry flake, and pellicle,
All day the hoary meteor fell;
And, when the second morning shown,
We looked upon a world unknown,
On nothing we could call our own.
Around the glistening wonder bent
The blue walls of the firmament,
No cloud above, no earth below,
A universe or sky and snow!
----John Greenleaf Whittier
