Two feet of snow fell last evening.
It lies in largest masses on the flat
fronded branches of firs and the mounded
close foliage of the live-oaks, and it
bends and welds together the tassels
of the pines. The ouzel heeds not the roar
of avalanches, the heavy masses
of snow from banks and trees, and the constant
upspringing of pines. He would not cease
singing or feeding for an earthquake.
(From John Muir’s journal, February 1873)
Verbatim Poetry 