WILDWOOD WAYS 



low trunks where they may snuggle, 

 round and warm in their fluffed out 

 feathers till dawn calls them to work 

 again. 



Yet, with all the yearning of the trees 

 and the joy of the woodland creatures in 

 the prospect of snow it ended in no snow 

 storm. All day long the sun shone palely 

 through a frost fog and the frost crystals 

 sprang out of it at the touch of the icy 

 wind and tinkled into snowflakes right 

 before your eyes. The wind swept a 

 feathery fluff together in corners but at 

 nightfall when the moon shone through 

 a clearer air and a near-zero temperature 

 the crystals had begun to evaporate, and 

 by morning hardly a trace of them was 

 left. To-day it is April-like; to-morrow 

 we may have zero weather again and be- 

 fore these words get into print perhaps 

 the yearned-for snow will have come and 

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