Crisp sunny morning;
Two crows scolding in the woods;
Ice ponds on the ground.
Mouth open and still
Cow stands at entrance to barn
The warmth behind her.
Crystalline branches
Shine in the cold morning sun.
Ice hangs over stream.
Glowing on a branch
A red translucent ball hangs.
Where does it come from?
Sharp morning shadows
Are cast by the freezing sun.
Still the stream babbles.
Puddles and tree stumps
Turn white and become frosted.
Slow the world freezes.
Old grizzled walrus
Does not smile from its rock perch
With icicle teeth.
Slender tongues of ice
Lick across the roadside stream
And stay suspended.
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