Snow flakes and sunlight;
Wind plays with the tree limbs.
The brown cow just stares.

Snow flakes and sunlight;
Wind plays with the tree limbs.
The brown cow just stares.

A single snow flake
Bobs swiftly across the road--
Then invisible.

Like an old rocket
Dead tree is posed to take off--
Will wait forever.

Gray storm clouds hover.
An ice wind rustles the leaves;
Then the sun breaks through.



The wind gathers strength
Rattling the limbs and branches;
A roar--then silence.

Skipping on the road
Dry leaves have their direction
Pointed by the wind.

Thin palette of ice
Forms geometric patterns
Over soggy leaves.