Crystalline snow field
Reflects the bright morning sun;
The shadows stand still.





I take off my gloves
And my fingers start to freeze
In just three seconds.

The stream is frozen,
Plates of gray ice cover it;
Still, there's a trickle.

Trees creak in the wind
Blowing frozen through the woods.
Today, the ice rules.

No sign of slush now;
Frozen gray lumps line the road.
There's no softness.

Fallen sharp shadows
Etch lines in the snowy woods;
Frozen wind murmurs.

Footprints in the snow
Lead up the winding driveway;
No car has gone there.









Caught in the fir tree
The empty box hangs loosely
Showing it's useless.