Everything is white;
A bright pall has descended;
Winter snow has come.
My lawn no longer--
White phantoms have taken it
And buried it deep.
Tree is sculpted white
Leaves have fled and snow returned
To rest for a spell.
The fence poles stand tall
Saluting the heavy sky
In their new white caps.
Berries on the bush
Dripping ice, snow and water
Maintain their red cheer.
The wise truckers know
Their journey is secure
Bottom of the hill.
The useless small bench
Remains useless in the snow;
No one sits in it.
From Colorado
This pickup truck has journeyed
To work in Woodstock.
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