Plane in the blue sky
Glides smoothly and silently
Its sound far behind.

Squirrel runs in the snow;
Sun drunk it comes right to me;
Then, freaked, runs away.

The shadows are sharp:
Tree trunks projected on snow.
Clarity today!

Woodpecker drums hard
Unseen among the bare trees.
Other birds twitter.

Dead tree limbs reach out;
The bare branches wait for naught.
For them, no season.