Tracks cross the snow field;
Brown earth moves in at the edge.
The advance of Spring.

Woman and dog jog;
Sun is gentle this morning;
The birds soar and dive.

Sun fills the tree tops.
Lower down the shadows play.
Gradations of light.

Woodpecker on tree:
He peeks around to check on me,
Then peck pecks away.

The steep road curves down;
It slides, twists, snakes, glides and rolls.
How does it stay still?

Faint breeze and bird chirp;
Far away echo of crows.
A distant plane roars.