Still, It's Green and Grows

Rubbing its big head
Cow scratches against a tree.
Life is so simple.

Standing at all times,
The sign marks the seasons;
Guides me on my way.

Beyond the wire fence
Scrawny twigs pop through the snow
Like grasping fingers.

Poking through the snow
Slender plants are still upright,
Waiting for the Spring.










Each frozen winter
Old wooden fence does its best
To hold back the snow.










Brown leaves of Autumn
Lie between the frozen snow;
They know no season.

The violet sumac
Seem even more radiant
In the frigid air.










Still, it's green and grows:
Strange tree, anchored on the rock
And fallen over.