Snowflakes are falling;
They flicker across the road.
Suddenly are gone.








In the snowy field
Sun catchers wait patiently;
But there is no sun.

Now the stream is black
Imprinting in the white snow.
A car spins its wheels.

Snow rides on the swing,
But the wind does not move it.
Play time is over.









Mailbox ornament
Waiting through spring, summer, fall--
In time for Christmas.

There is no sun now;
A gray cloud blankets the sky.
It will soon give birth.

Persistent dead leaves
Tremble in December's wind.
Will they wait 'til spring?

Roadside snow is gray,
Covered with dirt and gas fumes.
Beyond: the white fields.