
The steps are frozen;
Icicles hang from the boards--
A cold wintry mix.

Freezing misty rain
Ices the road, fogs the trees.
Car headlights glow.


Freezing tent cocoon
Glows translucent in the mist;
Caterpillars gone.

On the thin brambles
Drops of frozen water hang;
Stopped before they fell.
Gray shining pavement
Curves down to familiar bend
Still unknown beyond.

Sitting silently
Abandoned house does nothing;
Grass grows on its roof.

White X on the pole
Painted in haste by someone
Clearly marks the spot.

Fading into mist
The trees march into blankness
Like ghosts on parade.

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