Birds never get tired--
Just keep flying back and forth.
Do they ever sleep?
Gray light shining through
Illuminates trees and porch--
February's near.
Two cows enjoying
A virtual mountain of hay;
Food is all around.
The glistening cold sun
On the ever running stream
Sheds no warmth today.
Gray and dirt covered
With some scant patches of white:
The roadside snow banks.
Waving in the breeze,
Sign attached to a tree limb:
"Fire zone do not cr....."
Were not predicted,
These slow floating flakes of snow;
And yet they are here.
Roadside pool returns
Reflecting the trees above
In its dark mirror.
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