Will this grayness stop?
Will sunshine ever return?
(Some winter questions).
Goat munches a wreath,
Fully in Christmas spirit--
Fa la la la la.
Small tributary
Freezes on way to the stream.
Motion or stasis.
Among the brown leaves
Half a sesame roll.
Who's not eating now?
Cabinet and old stove
Lie rusting in the forest,
Freed from their labor.
Hammered to old pole
A faded "No Hunting " sign
Ignored by wind, rain.
Despite the freezing
Universe of green moss grows
Just off the gray road.
In cold white blankness
Swirls of ice line the stream bed.
No sound of water.
No comments:
Post a Comment