The road is empty;
Two crows caw from their high perch.
Snow falls without sound.

Whiteness everywhere;
Silent lines of snow slant down.
Look! There are footprints!









With an open mouth
The mailbox sticks out its tongue
And catches the snow.

Now the flakes are large;
One catches on my eyelid
And then disappears.












Ahead in the snow:
Woman with green umbrella.
(She's from the city).

High above the snow
A plane hums along its way
Leaving white silence.

Trees are frosted white;
Branches are no longer bare--
Silhouettes of snow.

The car moves slowly,
Crawling on the whitened road--
Power of snow flakes.