Before the Snow Plows

Before the snow plows
The land returns to its own
In sheets of whiteness.

Only the car tracks
Show the presence of humans
On the blank white road.








Susan with her sled
Going to pick up the hay.
Some things never change.

Each bend is stranger,
More mysterious in white--
An unknown blankness.












Islands in the stream
Have been sculptured by the snow,
A puffy whiteness.


The soft white silence
Broken by a grating rasp:
Snow shovel on stone.









The totem is white
As it peers from the tree trunk
At the soft blank road.

The high wires are white
As they meet at the crossroads
Holding hidden words.

Snow is a blessing
When you have no place to go--
Wander like a child.









Upright piano
Freezing in abandoned house.
Will it play again?












Even the garbage
Has been left and abandoned.
What a waste of waste.