Silence in the snow;
There are no cars or people,
Just eternal white.
A tapping snow click
Dances lightly on my hat.
White road is empty.
A single dark leaf
Skates lightly across the road--
Its moment of fame.
No plow has come yet,
Just the road and endless white.
Joyous solitude.
The two garbage pails
Measure the depth of the snow,
Higher and higher.
Snow tracks tell the tale:
Who came from where and went where;
Muted testament.
The snow plow has come
Cutting a swath in the road.
The snow keeps falling.
Little black birds fly
Skittering from bush to bush
In seeming chaos.
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