Phantoms on the Snow

The sun is glaring;
A cold wind shakes the tree limbs;
Then the light is gone.

It's almost mid day;
A rough wind blows puffs of snow;
The field is blinding.












Shadows on the snow
Are etched into its stillness
Despite the hard wind.

A hoop on the fence--
Remnant of a forgotten game
Or random garbage?

A path of shadows
Leads sunlight into the woods;
Then abandons it.

Ghost locomotive
Roars unseen inside the woods;
Then across the road.












The blown down pine--
Years of growth gone in a puff;
Stump stares quizzically.

Phantoms on the snow:
Shadows appear suddenly,
Then just fade away.