Some Parallel Lines

It's forty degrees;
A veritable heat wave.
Where has winter gone?

Beyond the fence slats
The birch tree stands in the snow;
Some parallel lines.












Shadows, sun and snow;
The little fir tree stands out--
Spidery green limbs.

Straight lines on the snow;
Parallel lines on the road:
Sun's geometry.

Rolling in the woods,
Wind announces its presence.
Shadows are still.

I don't take this fork
Though I pass it every day
Walking to unknown.









A wide gaping hole;
Window in abandoned shack
Broken and then left.

It feels like Spring now;
The sun is blinding and warm.
Still, the stream is iced.