Trees Frosted With White

Trees frosted with white;
Gray mushy snow on the road;
Billows of wood smoke.












Now the pen is white;
Goats have gone to a warm barn;
Only snow is fenced.








Islands on the stream
Are frosted with the wet snow.
Water still rushes.

Crystal water beads
Hang on the slender branches,
But they do not drop.

The woods are transformed--
Dry brown old blanket has gone
Under new white one.

Small wet clumps of snow
Fall from the frosted tree limbs:
Thwump! To the ground. Thwump!

In abandoned house
Jar statues stare at the trees.
Silent as the snow.

The white pristine road
Winds trackless into the woods;
No mark, no people.