Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

Sun dripping shadows--
Brightness from behind a cloud.
Dripping continues.

Snow again last night,
Thick and wet on my front porch;
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.












Two horns in the dark--
Cow peers out from the barn door;
Crow looks from tree top.








Mirrors in the snow;
Reflections in the dark stream;
Puff clouds in the sky.












Gilda stops, listens,
Rustle of a distant dog.
Now, she's a statue.


Stripes on the snow bank
Will not melt in the bright sun.
They'll just fade away.












Soft wind up the hill
Whispers hollow in my ear
And then passes on.

Shadow of the tree
Taller than the tree itself,
Easier to climb.