It's Twelve and Twelve and Twelve

It's twelve twelve and twelve;
Light falling through the windows
Cares not for numbers.

It's below freezing;
Inside, it's snug and cozy;
Outside is my walk.

How quiet is the road;
Transformer hums on the pole;
Hen tip toes in barn.

 

Wagon by the swing;
Chairs sit in the frosted lawn;
All wait for behinds.

 

Dead leaves on the rocks;
White frost on the pine needles;
Everything is still.

 

 Hanging from the limb,
A mysterious whiteness.
(Lichen on a branch).

Placards on the trees--
Many shapes and odd colors:
"Here is where we live!"

 

 Querulous crow
Seems to be asking questions.
(Don't know the answers.)