While I'm passing through,
My moods change accordingly--
Clouds, then sun, then clouds.
Where icicles were
Now there is a soft dripping
From eaves of my porch.
Within the dark barn
Cow horns and slices of light
Peek through the dimness.
Five goats in the snow,
Like a scene from a manger.
But it's not Christmas!
Dove coos in the snow;
Blue and gray vie for the sky.
Stream burbles softly.
What is this creature--
Animal or vegetable,
Climbing up the tree?
Billowing whisper
Shakes trees then crosses the road
While stroking my cheek.
The abandoned house
Made more deserted inside
With its empty stairs.
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