There's a dim whiteness;
Misty snow flakes are falling
Yet Spring whispers low.
A brief slash of sun;
Snowflakes continue to fall;
Persistent winter.
The horns of the cow
Peer out through the falling snow
From the dark barn door.
Snow fall slanted now;
Swirling patterns on the road;
Spring has retreated.
Barn red wood tulips
Bloom forever on shutters;
White snow streaks past them.
Runner around bend
Dutifully climbs the steep hill
Rising against snow.
The snow brings silence;
Then, a brief hum of a plane;
And silence again.
Trudging up the hill
One more pilgrim in the snow
Enveloped in thoughts.
Where did it come from--
Brown blossom from last Spring
Landing on pine branch?
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