Snow tipped evergreens,.
Like children playing old men
With Halloween wigs.
My little bird house
Looking like Merry Christmas
With its frosted roof.
How silent the road;
A million snow flake voices
Are gently muted.
A million snow flake voices
Are gently muted.
Groaning from the woods:
Insistent busy chain saw
Cuts through the silence.
Lightly dipped with snow
The long gone lifeless brown leaves
Still hang from the branch.
The long gone lifeless brown leaves
Still hang from the branch.
Tongue hanging way out,
Expectant thirsty mailbox
Receives communion.
Expectant thirsty mailbox
Receives communion.
A mask of blankness--
Snow obliterates the words;
Now, sign is just shape.
Snow obliterates the words;
Now, sign is just shape.
Askew in a ditch
The poor car took a wrong turn.
Now it has to rest.
The poor car took a wrong turn.
Now it has to rest.
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