Frozen Memory

Stella at window
Cleans herself in front of snow;
She's inside--it's warm.

Rhododendrons droop;
Their leaves hang like icicles
In bright cold stillness.












Ax against the truck;
Snow shovel planted in snow--
Still forms of motion.












A dog pattered here;
His paw prints stuck in the snow:
Frozen memory.










Gnarled shadows in the road,
And a solid figure, too.
(Is that really me?)

Spring is like this, too,
With sharp shadows and bright sun;
Just don't wear t-shirts.












Thrusting from the snow,
Gnarled dead tree trunk grasps the air;
Sea monster got lost.












It is in the snow,
The passage of man and beast
Is marked and noted.