Happening snow fall--
Pillows of white descending;
Stoic cow chews cud.










Birds on white branches
Flutter and take off quickly,
Releasing white puffs.

The road is empty;
Some birds flutter noisily
Breaking the silence.


First the ice, then snow--
Indistinguishable stream
Beneath white blanket.

Small bursts of white puffs
Fall in clumps from the tree tops
Landing silently.








The frosted sumac
Upright a season too late
(Or is it early?)

I stand with camera;
Wait for swirling snow flurries.
(Could Nature care less?)

Fierce tree stump monster
Benevolent now in snow
Softened by the white.

Pale circle of light--
Gray sun filters through the clouds
Casting bluish hue.

Footprints come towards me;
They look very familiar.
Oh yes, I left them.

With soft white turrets
Rusted junk looks like castle.
Magic of the snow.