Photoshop CS3 Extended

This third day of our January thaw,
Everywhere, utterly.
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
To reach out into its own vanishing
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
Against this sky no longer of our world.
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Covering the land—
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
What? What can you do?
Out of the road into a way across
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Dismal, endless plain—
Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
I bring down a bit of its light
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
Seen. What you know is only manifest