Shadows on the snow;
Puffy clouds in the blue sky.
Schnauzer does not bark.
Rushing stream is hushed,
Running dark through the snow banks,
Snaking through the woods.
Airplane high above
Hums like a satisfied bee;
Then its sound is gone.
Still the leaves hang on--
Brown, dry, long way from green.
Will they never fall?
Frozen yellow patch:
Historical document
On frozen snow block.
Clinging to the rock
The ice grows like white lichen
Imitating plants.
In a puff of gas
The pickup truck chugs past me;
A passenger turns.
Delicate shadows--
Branches etched upon the snow
Fade with passing sun.
Jogger pounds the road
As she's plugged into I-Pod;
Eyes shut, sees nothing.
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