A blinding brightness,
Matched by dark dappled shadows,
Flow across the snow.
Patches of darkness
Mark where snow has receded;
Cars swish by swiftly.
A row of fence posts
Preceded by their shadows
Point the way nowhere.
Tracks in the bright snow
Lead off in all directions.
Squirrel skims the surface.
How swift the stream flows
Creating small waterfalls;
Twinkling in the sun.
Working implements
Stand motionless in the snow;
Helpless without hands.
Patch of shiny green--
Oasis in the blank white:
Moss patch in the woods.
Neighbor stops her car;
"You don't want a ride," she says.
"Quite right," I answer.
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