Shades of old barn red
Light up in the cold March sun;
Shadows on the roof.








Frozen in its place
Melting snow stops its retreat.
Ice returns today.

Bright cold morning sun
Grows shadows on the road;
Bird chirps nervously.

Two cackling crows
Exchange hoarse jokes in the air.
(No one is laughing.)












She's gliding past me,
My silent fellow traveler,
Walking through shadows.

In town, crocus sprouts;
On the mountain, icicles.
Dogs lie in the sun.

Hanging from the moss
Icicles glisten in sun.
And then it's "good-bye."









Scratching behind me
Dead leaf skitters to a halt.
Echo of the fall.