Snow is melting now;
It's barely covered the ground.
Still the fields are white.

Clear blue/blinding white;
The sluggish stream barely moves.
February morn.

Two white plastic chairs
Face snow covered barbecue.
Party is over.

Footprints in the snow:
A dog's next to a human's--
A record of ghosts.

Down is easier;
Up the hill is strenuous;
One defines other.

Yellow bus signs glows
Against the whiteness of snow
Touched lightly by sun.

My doggy friend comes;
Shyly she wags a greeting
Then sniffs on her way.