This coldest morning--
Sunlight lying across the snow
But giving no warmth.
The school bus passes;
Dark shapes are huddled inside.
Outside, my feet crunch.
A flat lake of snow
Surrounded by bending trees
In silent shadows.
Barking dog chorus
Serenades me from the house.
Silent snow clumps fall.
Pieces of sunshine
Burst out brightly on the road
But form lines in woods.
Sculptured white object
Stands next to the artist's barn;
It's really his car.
Wrapped in clear plastic--
Mailbox bundled against cold.
Everything's freezing.
In Spring, a stream bed;
Now under snow and shadows.
Still, it curves gently.
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