Like a Familiar Stranger

Not even freezing,
But the sky is full of snow;
Old plants shake gently.

Where is the sunlight
On this gray and dreary day?
Must be in my heart.

Standing on hay stack
The geese survey the gray sky.
Will it snow or not?

 

Dark against the gray
Silhouette of crow calls out;
Then slowly flaps off.

 

A leaning dead branch
Held up by the naked bush.
(Small consolation).

 

Caught in the pine trees
The dead leaves have hung for weeks;
(Will they last winter?)

Leaves fly to the ground;
Electric wire shakes dizzily;
Wind testing its lungs.

Pale globe in the sky
Like a familiar stranger.
(It's the hiding sun).