Sliver of Brightmess

Gray sky is pregnant
Laden with whirling snowflakes
Scheduled to descend.

 

The tree limbs lift up
Raising their piny branches
To the lordly sky.

 

Inside the dark barn
A tiny slice of light gleams--
Sliver of brightness.

 

 He has a question;
As he  pokes head through the fence,
But can't get it out.

 

Errant wooden slat
Lies at the base of the fence.
Leaves will cover it.

 

Rotting mother log
Blooms as if it is Spring time,
While winter draws near.

 

Stump congregation
Dissolves, sinks into the earth.
What trace will it leave?

Two dead leaves are trapped
By slender naked fingers.
They will not escape.