Everything seems blue:
Snow, road, and the morning sky;
Everything, but me.
Thick manure smell
Comes from the open barn doors,
Warm and welcoming.
A thin skin of ice
Covers water on the road.
Best walk carefully.
Stubborn little tufts
Sticking up from the snow
Own their own space.
The stream is swollen
Creating an instant lake.
White clouds are pink tinged.
Tiny waterfall
Cascading by the roadside
Makes a mini-roar.
Ice meets the water:
A dark shiny no man's land
At edge of the road.
A ribbon of light
Floats on top of the water
Flowing near the road.
Three crows on the road;
One takes off with a loud cry,
The others follow.
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