Gray Clouds Hang

Path is slippery;
Slate glistens in the gray light.
Kids squeal from pre school.












Snow path to the fence;
Soft white leads to the brown boards.
(One will disappear).

The sun is hiding;
Gray clouds hang and hammers sound.
Snow is not white.

Wind across the road
Blasts cold, loud and insistent,
Then it vanishes.

Footballs in the snow
Lie still, facing each other
Waiting for first down.

Colors are muted,
The yellow school sign is drab.
Winter gray descends.

Somewhere something thuds--
Wind in the abandoned house
Or an open door.

Fallen young pine tree
Blown down by the rough wind
Holds on to the rock.










Milkweed in winter:
Brown husks against dirty snow.
Their seeds have long flown.