Frosting on the snow--
Dead leaves skip along the white;
Fir tree branches bob.
Refrigerator
Hums softly in the background;
Sun rays on windows.
Squirrel tracks on my porch;
Christmas wreath on the barn wall;
Ice breeze up the road.
Icy smooth and white,
The clear top of the tree stump
Frozen yet again.
Frozen road beckons;
Chain saw echoes through the woods.
It's colder than cold.
Team of men and trucks
Gathering by the roadside
To bring down a tree.
All sounds are frozen
Suspended in frigid air;
All shadows are still.
A horse lived here once;
Smells of horseshit filled the air.
(Horse and smells are gone.)
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