A SINGLE, dead cornstalk, bent and frozen in the February wind, was the only thing that broke the shroud of snow covering the field. A solitary tree, naked and black against the clouds moving low and fast over the Iowa farmland, held the cold silhouette of a crow. The lone bird, breaking into flight, shook loose the last leaves remaining from fall...
"Weaving the Shroud,"
Sketch: Vol. 41
, Article 10.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol41/iss3/10