Snow is flat today,
Still shadows lay across it.
The road is quiet.
A strong hint of Spring
Soars on the wings of the crow,
Bringing sweet sadness.
Pond is still frozen;
No birds ever land on it
Even in summer.
When sun strikes just right
Frozen snow chunk is transformed
To sparkling crystal.
How does it happen
That bright spot on the tree?
One time sun focus.
As the snow recedes
Nest of dead leaves in tree trunk
Revealed as a gift.
On the dead leafed hill
Sedimentary rocks protrude:
Mute ancient voices.
From inside the house,
Muffled voice of a small child
Speaking unknown words.
White leviathan
Sails above the telephone wires
In the form of a cloud.
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