Sun is breaking out;
Water drops fall from the roof;
It's getting warmer.
Gray brown wisp of smoke
Floats upward from the chimney,
Merging with the clouds.
Distant reflection
On the slowly moving stream--
Bright sun and ripples.
A shape on the swing
Unused by the child, long grown.
It's a snow baby.
Cars make slapping noise
As they rush along the road.
Moisture everywhere.
Two errant rag mops
Lean together on the snow;
Too much to clean up.
Sky is growing dark;
Clouds take over the heavens.
It will rain or snow.
Sun has disappeared;
Now the snow sheds its own light,
Bluish and subdued.
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