Still bowed to the ground,
Fir trees not yet recovered
Know nothing of Spring.
A long thin shadow
Curving deliberately
Slides into the grass.
How loud the stream is
As it carries melting snow--
New incarnations.
Still the fields of snow;
Still the dogs bark as I pass.
Incremental change.
Stubborn cube of snow
Refuses to change its shape
Despite sun's coaxing.
The whispering wind
Comes quietly from the woods;
Pads across the road.
Gnarled monster tree stump
Still holds the rock in its mouth--
Marriage forever.
Near abandoned house
Clusters of white flowers bloom;
A soft breeze shakes them.
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