Adobe Photoshop CS3

snowdrops and crocuses might be fooledSnaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft capsAgain awaken from your being gone to findFrom which, thanks to symmetry,Against which we have been projected? What . . .Thinking of your abiding spirit bringsComes up with as a means to its own end.Stunned in their voiceless way to be aliveDim, and die tonight?Writhing their stunted limbs,Escapees from the cold work of living,And half-starved foxes shake and pawUnreadable from behind—they are well downGlimmering of light:Archangel Winter, darkness on his backCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Oh you builders,From which, thanks to symmetry,