Crows in the grayness
Caw beyond the darkened sky,
Their cries all around.
High on a tree top
Crow alights--a silhouette;
Then there are others.
Silhouettes abound:
Tree branches and birds flying,
Drawn sharp by the sky.
Gray world is waiting;
Even the wind is silent--
Soon there will be snow.
The familiar bend
Is mysterious today,
As if in a dream.
Sudden quick motion--
A dot of white floats past me:
The first snow flakes fall.
They are all around:
Teeming, silent, specks of white
Falling to the earth.
They fall silently
These myriad flickers of snow--
They need no fanfare.
Road is white now--
Soft snow blanket descending;
Bewildered Schnauzer.
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