It's What We See Through

Blue, gray, white and bland,
Sun rays break through the think clouds;
Cars hum by softly.


Through my streaked window
The world seems covered with grime.
[It's what we see through].


Appearance of mud;
Receding of the snow banks;
Voices and bird chirps.












Was four years ago
These balloons marked a party;
Now they mark their mark.

One legged mail box
Rises from its snowy tomb:
Spring resurrection.

White monolith fades;
Dark patches appear in woods;
Snow becomes water.


Not one icicle
Hangs from the rocks near the road.
More birds are calling.


Snow planes are revealed
As the ice pulls back its teeth--
Layer on layer.