It's a 3-D day;
Snow bank shadows are sharpened;
Sun gives the trees depth.

Car stops near me;
Dear old friend extends his hand.
We touch and depart.









Slush is crystalline,
Frozen solid glistening.
Beyond, the stream runs.

Car slowly crackles,
Backing out of the driveway;
Then rushes away.









Dark swooping shadows
Caress the curving snow banks.
Dead leaves shake in wind.

Black and white cat sits
Near the snow, next to white house:
Black on white on white.

Here the water runs
Under an icicle bridge--
Its frozen cousin.

Cloud has crossed the sun;
A chill wind blows in my ears.
Now it's bright again.