Wind Blows the Light In

 My lawn is snow white
With patches of bright sunlight
Weaving in the green.

 

 Way below freezing,
Sun dance in and out of clouds;
Wind blows the light in.

 

What sharp dark shadows
The tree makes upon the lawn:
Reflections in grass.

 

The wind rules the road;
Even gloves do not protect
From its icy touch.

The face of the stream
Is quiet and immobile;
Frozen light sparkles.

There, around the bend
There's always something unseen;
This time it's winter.

Walk to and walk fro--
Two very different journeys,
Though it's the same road.

Wind in the forest
Billowing sounds from distance--
Whispers, roars and cries.

For eleven years--
Phone book jammed between tree limbs
Still holding its shape.