Friday, February 29, 2008
Morning light on snow;
Sharp shadows on the barn roof;
A cloudless blue sky.
Frozen mounds of snow
Stand like statues in the field.
The children have gone.
Sparkling ice flowers
Bloom within the running stream.
They are relentless.
Snow ghost on the stump
Peers blankly through the brambles.
A school bus drives past.
Motionless red flash
Makes the brambles come to life;
Cardinal is waiting.
In the bare brambles
Frozen piece of snow is trapped--
February prey.
Hanging by a thread
Dead leaf trembles in the wind.
Why does it survive?
Buried in snow bank
Trash can and mailbox emerge--
A work in progress.
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