Kissing and Painting

Time for crunching feet;
Sun sparkles on a window
Light breaks on a field.

Touching the tree trop
Sun rolls over the hill
Kissing and painting.












Shadows up the hill
Chase the sun up the driveway;
Will they catch it?

My old dog friend
Stands firm in front of her house;
She wants to follow.










Shadow of a man
Standing in this frigid cold?
No, just a gas tank.


Tapping in the woods
So hollow and sporadic;
Is it wind or beast?








The two snow sculptures
Stand stolidly near the road.
Their wheels seem useless.

The sun is bright now,
The snow banks illuminated;
But my nose is cold.