What Magic is This?

Light streams through windows;
Splashing on the wood cabinets--
A burst of sunshine.

Transformer humming;
Kids are shouting at the school;
My clopping footsteps.









Clear and direct,
Snow tracks point across the field--
Determined focus.

Shadows on the stream
Reflecting up through the woods
Mix with the tree trunks.








A dark shady grove
In the midst of the snow field:
The magic moss lawn.

I rarely look up
To see the strange things growing
On the tops of trees.

It speeds me forward
As I climb up the steep hill:
Haiku for the top.

Worn stone memorial
In front of abandoned house
Signifying what?

No cloud in the sky;
Big snowstorm for tomorrow;
What magic is this?