Weighed down by whiteness
Fir trees bow down their branches.
Coyotes howling.

From the dark barn door
Cow walks gingerly in snow,
Then promptly turns back.









Softly, gracefully
Large white clumps fall to the ground--
All sight and no sound.

Woods are deserted;
There is only falling snow--
Blanket of silence.

The fat U.P.S. truck
Meets the giant snow plow.
Which one will give way?

Together, heads bowed
Cluster of tree snow statues--
Natural sculpture.












It is a dish now:
Shelf fungus catches the snow
And serves up whiteness.

Rumble far away;
Train whistle cuts through the snow
Tearing the silence.

Buried by the snow:
Dead, ripped and twisted creature
Almost out of sight.