White frost on the lawn;
Guess it substitutes for snow,
Or a white Christmas.
Always the cars rush,
Fall, winter, spring or summer;
They're trans seasonal.
Barn smells, always warm,
Acrid aroma of life--
Cows, chickens and hay.
Crystalline branches
Sparkle in the morning light.
Just frozen water?
Slowly passing car--
Driver waves a lazy hand;
His thoughts are elsewhere.
Suspended for months,
Severed limb, not up or down;
In wooden limbo.
Snoring of saws;
Men sweep up the giant chips;
Tall trees are no more.
In the morning light
Even the wire fence looks good--
Sunshine cosmetics.
From walk of Friday, December 14, 2012
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