Then the Road is Mine

Dancing in silence
Pine boughs outside my window--
The shadows are still.

 

  
A faint rooster's crow
Over the white fields beyond.
The sky is bright blue.

Snow ball in the sun,

Secure in the icy cold;

Wind blows up the road. 

Sparkling water,
Refuses to be frozen--
A good example.

Wind blows past my ear;
Sun is blinding on the snow;

Yet everything's still.

 

  

On the frozen snow
Shadows lie across the dunes
As if always there.

Puffs of gray brown smoke
Emerge in wake of passing car;
Then the road is mine.

It's always warmer
On the walk back to my house.
(Is that metaphor?)