Red ribbon on tree
Not put there by rain or sun.
What is it doing?

Black on field of white
Bush branches emerge from snow.
Their time will soon come.

Stream rumbles below;
Airplane lumbers in the sky;
Dog barks inside house.

Sky is solid gray;
Cars keep rushing swiftly by
Fleeing from something.

An icy stillness
Pervades the air, ground and woods.
Old dog sits in road.







Discarded rake lies,
Part on snow, part on dead leaves;
Its work has been done.

Dripping icicles
Hanging from the old rock's face
Like frozen whiskers.








Subterranean
Water flows beneath the ice
Leaving just its sound.