
Bright sun but no heat;
A touch of Spring in the trees;
Flicker in the light.

At the edge of snow--
Brown earth like a river bank
Pushes like a wave.


Snow shovel Buddha
Sits silently on my porch.
Alfred kisses mom.

Icy winter wind
Seeps through the snowless field;
Somewhere a dog barks.

Could it be more blue
The crystalline sky today?
The sun be brighter?

Wayward crumpled hat
That's lying by the road side
Is missing a head.

On the sunny side
Woods are devoid of all white;
Other side--snowbound.

Brown dead evergreen
Leans against the vibrant fir--
Trees for all seasons.

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