No Force of Nature

It is so bright and cold;
Then the sun slowly turns dim.
Sun is playing tag.

The air cleaner hums:
Inside, it's warm and cozy--
Why do I go out?












The telephone pole
Has become a strange marker--
Eclectic beacon.


Sheen upon the snow;
Ice regains its domination.
Spring has retreated.









A lone brown dry leaf
Skitters along the bright road
And stops with the wind.









It took a snow plow
To skew this sturdy sapling.
No force of nature.








Motionless auto-
mobile not, under the snow;
A frozen statue.


Lone bottle of Bud
Lies unopened on the snow.
Drink for the fairies.