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the leaden wetness of an October snowfall cloaks branch and bough of woefully laden trees the pressing mass a weighty strain prostrates mighty hardwoods to autumns cold ground as a truculent Nor'Easter claws its way through the uneasy Mid-Atlantic night, the crash of creaking maples and popping oaks persistently echo through the black woods of this trembling evening power flickers perplexed grids go down extinguishing the warmth of suburban house lights the growing aggregation of crushing pressure on tensile taxed branches snaps the firmest wood an incessant barrage of thumps and dings splatter against the house while the shuddering uncertainties of frightened children rise as each limb clatters to earth our cowering bivouac draws the incessant fire of a harassing fusillade from legions of invisible snipers as swooping gusts threaten to relieve more arboreal tension praying limbs fail to pierce the safety of thinly tiled roofs our abiding hope remains to escape the next random blow of fate the night of falling trees stirs our sleepy hamlet from an uneasy midnight slumber 10/29/11 Oakland jbm
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
The Night of Falling Trees
the leaden wetness of an October snowfall cloaks branch and bough of woefully laden trees the pressing mass a weighty strain prostrates mighty hardwoods to autumns cold ground as a truculent Nor'Easter claws its way through the uneasy Mid-Atlantic night, the crash of creaking maples and popping oaks persistently echo through the black woods of this trembling evening power flickers perplexed grids go down extinguishing the warmth of suburban house lights the growing aggregation of crushing pressure on tensile taxed branches snaps the firmest wood an incessant barrage of thumps and dings splatter against the house while the shuddering uncertainties of frightened children rise as each limb clatters to earth our cowering bivouac draws the incessant fire of a harassing fusillade from legions of invisible snipers as swooping gusts threaten to relieve more arboreal tension praying limbs fail to pierce the safety of thinly tiled roofs our abiding hope remains to escape the next random blow of fate the night of falling trees stirs our sleepy hamlet from an uneasy midnight slumber 10/29/11 Oakland jbm
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
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