A Fog of Thick Flakes

A fog of thick flakes
Swirls and floats through the gray sky;
Somewhere the wind blows.

Snow plow climbs the hill;
It's as silent as the snow;
Above, a plane hums.

Sun breaks through the clouds,
But snow flakes cast no shadows;
Gray and white return.












Big flakes rush towards me;
Some of them land on my tongue.
Fleeting taste of snow.

Last night was windy;
Dead limbs lie scattered on snow
Among the shadows.














The air is clear now--
Just a few large fleeting flakes;
Lull in the flurry.

Sun breaks through the pines
Casting shadows on the snow
And champagne bottle.







Scattered by the road--
Old sagging cardboard boxes;
Will they disappear?

Slender, soft, light brown,
Willowy tree topped with buds--
The promise of Spring.