Caverns in the Trees

 It's dark and cold out;
The sun is barely rising.
(I want to stay in.)

 

  

School bus flashes by--
A whoosh and then there's silence.
I will go out now.

 

On the tops of trees,
Painting of orange sunlight.
On the ground-- white frost.

 

The white of winter
Pale in the grassy cold field
Behind evergreen.

 Cave in the old stump,
A dark mysterious hole.
What creatures live there?

 

Caverns in the trees--
How many fairies live there?
Woods are whistling high.

 

The tree stump buddies
Are thinner and transparent.
Even they grow frail.

 

Middle of the road--
Deer stands still as a statue.
We watch each other.