Then There Is Silence

White flakes and black crow;
Slanted snow falls in silence.
The world becomes white.








Crow sits on a branch,
As the barn roof grows white.
He screams at the snow.

White swirls in the road;;
Slowly the cars creep along
Threatened by the snow.

All's white ahead;
Pickup disappears, light fades,
Then there is silence.










Fir boughs are bending
As the snow flakes pile on them
Swiftly and surely.










A twisted white snake--
Snow top tree limb branches up
Still seeking the sky.












A single pine cone
Fallen from a higher place
Hanging suspended.








The snow plow roars by;
Two cars retreat to the side:
Machine v. machine.


There's always a plane;
In the heaviest snow fall
You can hear its roar.