Wind is icy cold;
Leaf skitters across the snow;
Now the world is white.

The field is all white;
Some shadows play on its face;
North wind blows icy.

Trampoline is full;
Thick layer of snow sits on it,
And it's not bouncing.

Shadows on the snow
Lie unmoving, dark and stark,
While wind howls above.












Still, dead tree reaches;
Its branches frosted with snow:
A winter ballet.

Grizzled old black dog
Jumps up and down barking loud;
Keeping himself warm.











Stern one-eyed tree face
Stares blind at the snowy woods.
What is he thinking?

Beneath ice and snow
The dark stream still moves loudly--
Motion and stillness.