Below freezing today;
Bushes are frosted and white,
Crowned by mute sunbeams.
No wheat fields this bright;
No summer sun shines this bright;
Shadows on the house.
Leaves have a new growth--
Little white spikes have emerged--
A crystalline world.
No clouds in the sky;
No birds chirping endlessly;
Just sun, frost and me.
Perched on a fence post
A little bag that I had lost
And did not know it.
Beyond the forest--
A mechanical humming.
Mystery of sound.
Crawling up the house
A sharp shadow like a snake
Freezes as I watch.
Among leaves and stumps,
Discarded coffee cup lies
Keeping them awake.
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