Reflections

In the fields brown rules
Pushing back the melting snow.
Wind howls nervously.

Snow ponds are forming;
Clouds reflect in the water
Then they disappear.











Water's everywhere:
In the loud torrential stream
And patient snow banks.








Wind chases the clouds--
Now the road is bright and warm,
Now it's gray and cold.

Wind drowns out the streams--
A roaring beast in the woods;
Leaves scatter in fright.

The world is gray now;
Misty drops caress my face;
Hollow wind deafens.

Dead leaves are racing,
Blowing from woods across road--
Frantically nowhere.

Rivaling the snow
White birch tree stands in the sun.
(But it will not melt).