Mist Embraces Trees

Mist falls on the snow,
Lending grayness to the white
On Daddy's birthday.

Mama licks Alfred;
Baby bull says, "Stop it Ma."
Some things never change.










Mist embraces trees
Making silhouettes softer.
Sound of swishing cars.

Two yellow beacons
Glow softly as they approach--
Car lights in the fog.




Icicles retreat,
Revealing banks of the stream;
Illusion of Spring.












Is it mist or rain
That gently touches my face
And then disappears?

Tiny liquid drops
Swell on the end of tree limbs--
Small kaleidoscopes.












Shadow of the snow
Which has slid down the tree trunk
Leaving the phantom.