Icicles shine bright;
Dropping frozen from the eaves
In the morning sun.
Snow crystals sparkle
In sun splashes on the field.
Plane high in blue sky.
White house, barn, trees, snow--
Camouflage for the winter.
(Are owners pale, too?)
Shadows on the snow
Curve and flow like waves of light
On a frozen sea.
From the wood's darkness
An icy exhalation--
Breath of the forest.
Finely sifted snow
Falls in shadows from the trees--
Burst of light and dark.
Today the road's brown
With dirty snow and tire tracks
Flecked with fresh white puffs.
Motion all about:
Snow clumps fall, shadows shift
All without a sound.
There is my mailbox
Wrapped in a mantle of white--
Its winter fashion.
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