Unblocked by Leaves

It's very cold today;
Still I don't mind going out.
(Thank you, Prednisone)

Early morning sun
Is stopped by the pine tree trunk
Which casts its shadow.

Thermometers lie;
They can't tell us how we feel
When we step outside.
Tree limbs clear and crisp
Gain dimension in the sun
Unblocked by leaves.

Across the white field
On top of the tallest tree,
Crow surveys his world.

The small wooden house
Exhales billows of white smoke;
It matches my breath.


No birds are singing;
There's not even one flower.
Winter is absence.

Frozen stillness speaks
In whispers to soft to hear;
Just empty spaces.