It's not freezing now,
Yet all warmth seems to have fled;
Where could it have gone?
Silence fills the road;
Only the transformer hums
In the blue gray morn.
A break of sunshine;
Bright shadows dance on the snow,
And then they vanish.
Webs against the sky--
Naked branches reach upward
In supplication.
Assaulted again,
Old fence yields to pushy snow;
No rest in winter.
Barking dogs echo,
Like the hollow shouts of ghosts
From the frozen woods.
Soft whispering smoke
Puffs slowly from the chimney,
Melts into the sky.
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