Crows skim the snow field.
One lands and tiptoes across.
Fleeting black on white.

Is it snow or rain?
Birds chatter in confusion.
The white wetness falls.

Snow falls in silence;
A white mist across the road.
Two planes hum above.

Two doves on a branch
Watching the falling snow
They sit, turn and cluck.


Bumps in the branches;
Forsythia buds peek through;
Snow mist gently falls.


The woods are hushed white;
Veiled lines of snow fall softly.
The first day of Spring.