A Day of Shadows

It's warm today;
Shadows on the rounded snow;
Last day of the year.












A day of shadows
Painted sharply on the trees;
Echoed on the house.












Precarious snow
Hangs from the tree trunk like moss;
Stream tinkles softly.










Muffled radio
Emits blurred sound far away;
Music or talking?










St. Francis stands blankly;
His flowers reduced to twigs--
Sorry winter flock.



I don't need my gloves;
Snow has melted from the road;
Winter takes a breath.

Footprints in snow melt;
Still point their way to the woods;
Soon they will be gone.

From the tree trunk cave
White figure watches the road--
Snow statuary.