It Keeps on Falling

Bowing heavily,
Branches are laden with snow.
It keeps on falling.









Just where is that train
That rumbles so far away
And does not see me?












Specks against the snow
The woman walks her old dog;
Hens are cackling.

Twisted frosted white snakes
Snow covered brambles entwine.
Distant train whistle.












Feet, birds, tires and dogs--
Now the world is made of tracks
Soon covered by snow.












Laden thick with snow
The evergreen seems enormous--
Majestic moment.

The familiar bend
Painted white with tiny specks
Gathering always.









Two new ornaments
Deck the familiar mailbox:
New light at solstice.